Roxas, a mer-prince from the crystal palaces of the mer-people and water sprites, is sent to live in the human world when he is three years old. Unlike other mer-folk, who are born with half a soul, he is born without one at all. Fearing for the out come of their son's lively hood, his parents seek the help of a sea witch who grants him the ability to walk on the land as humans do for a period of time, in hopes that he shall marry a human and gain part of their soul. Roxas is found on a beach by a fisherman and his wife who have recently lost their own baby during a heavy storm. Hoping that Roxas could help to fill the void created by their loss, they adopt him, and bring him up as their own. They soon realise that Roxas, although hard working and respectful, seems void of emotion, showing no particular interest in anything or anyone, other then his work.
However, Axel, a knight from the exotic city of Undine, happens across Roxas after many days of wondering the enchanted forest, lost and in much need of rest. Fortune smiles upon the young boy, as Axel brings out a side of him that he never thought existed. Could he be the one to help Roxas out of his predicament? Unfortunately for the two potential soul mates, the sea witch, also having the ability of taking human form an living in land, also has her heart set on the knight, and plans to ensure that the little mer-prince does not gain a soul, to create possibilities for a devious plan of her own. When all goes terribly wrong, Roxas is taken away back to the ocean, never to see land again. Axel must find a way to rescue him, before the sea witch's plans are enforced, and he looses his Roxas forever.
A/N: Ok, I felt like reading a KH story based on mer-people, but unfortunately there were perhaps only two stories based on the subject, so I decided to write my own. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: In no way what so ever do I own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, Axel, Roxas and Demyx (and perhaps Zexion) would be my husbands XD and I'd adopt Xigbar as a cool uncle XD
I apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes, I'm terrible when it comes to those things, & I'm even worse when I'm typing so I'll keep checking every now & then & make changes as nessesary.
Chapter One- A Mother's Heart Break
The fisherman hummed happily to himself, his heart content. No greater joy could possibly lift his soul closer to the heavens as the joy which currently resided in his heart. He and his wife of many years had been blessed with a baby, and such a beautiful baby she was. Hair as golden as the summer sun crowned her little head. Her skin as fair as peach coloured rose petals. Her eyes were the most wondrous shade of blue. Clear and sparkling, just like the vast ocean which surrounded his home island. Although he was only a mere fisherman and his earnings were very little, he and his wife – although worried about only being able to provide her with a very simple home and lifestyle – in no way regretted the arrival of their perfect little miracle; They were determined to be the best parents that they could possibly be.
Still, the fisherman had a job to do, and fishing season seemed much too short when trying to earn enough money for supplies for the winter months before the harsh unforgiving weather set in. Therefore, despite his unwillingness to leave his young child so early, he gathered his things and prepared his boat for another trip out to sea. Now more then ever he knew the importance of catching and earning as much as he could in order to provide for his family. His understanding wife watched with a heavy heart as her husband's boat gradually disappeared into the horizon with her new born babe gently cooing in her arms, nestled in her little blanket. Although her husband had always come home, most of the time no worse for wear, there were still many fishermen who encountered rough seas whilst out on their journey and never returned; so naturally the fisherman's wife always fretted slightly whenever he left. This time it was more crucial then ever that he returned safely, otherwise who would provide for her and her daughter? The only city closest to their home island was still many, many miles away, and they had no horse to carry them.
The soft cooing in her arms made her feel a little better. One simply could not look at her innocent little face without feeling a warmth which washed away most of her worrisome thoughts.
Six months went by, and still the fisherman had not yet returned, but his daughter had grown to be even more beautiful, happy and strong then either of her parents could have hoped for. Her mother often walked her down to the pebbly shores of the beach, her baby rattling a bracelet that her mother had made for her out of sea shells, laughing softly at the chinking sound it made. Her mother would gaze out to sea, sighing sadly and praying to the spirits and all possibly deities out there for her husbands' safe return. It was also due to the fact that their daughter was growing fast, and she didn't want her husband to miss any more of their daughter's childhood then necessary.
Another six months went by, and their daughter's hair had grown longer and lovelier in her mother's eyes, just enough so that each gentle breath of the wind caused it to softly caress her face, catching glimmers of sunlight as it did so. Her eyes always sparkled whenever she laughed. She would walk the shores in the watchful eye of her mother, picking up shells and pebbles that caught her interest. One day, something hidden in the waters caught her little eye. The small child seemed memorised for a moment, laughing as she tried to reach out for the object of her new found interest, before her over protective mother pulled her back, fearful that she would fall into their depths and drown.
One particularly stormy night, the house rattled and groaned under the strength of the wind and the rain as it whipped around the house, causing the doors, walls and windows to tremble and creak in protest. The rain pounded the roof hard, almost as if rocks were falling from the sky rather then water. The fisherman's wife sat by the fire, trying to warm herself and her little girl; who sat on her lap playing with her shell bracelet, seemingly unnerved by the raging weather which attacked the house so. Suddenly a loud bang made the woman jump and look at the front door. The wind had somehow managed to force it open. Alarmed at the raging wind and rain that invaded her home attempting to diminish the fire – their main source of heat – the woman placed her child in the chair and hastily ran to close it. On doing so, she could have sworn that she heard strange eeri musical laughter, blown in on the wind. Deciding that she was hearing things she returned to her baby girl, who appeared to be transfixed staring out of the window at something unseen to her mother. As the woman moved closer, a crack of thunder lit up the sky, in a flash of light a white face appeared at the window, causing the woman to jump and give a startled scream, covering her mouth in shock. The apparation disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Had she just seen a ghostly face at the widow? And why had her daughter seemed so transfixed, showing no fear at all? The woman shuddered, hoping that these thoughts were merely over imaginative manifestations of her growing fear of the storm. Now more then ever she longed for the warm comforting arms of her husband around her.
She shuddered, taking her baby girl in her arms and huddled up in their blankets, and gradually she managed to fall asleep.
She woke the next day to find that the storm had died down, although it was still raining slightly. She also found that it was very cold in her house. The fire had long since died out. Sitting up, the woman looked for her daughter, who was no longer sleeping next to her. She instantly panicked, frantically looking around the room. Her daughter was no where to be seen, and what made matters worse was that the front door was open. Heart hammering against her chest, the woman wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, calling out for her little girl. Hearing no response, she ran outside. 'Surely she couldn't have wandered off by herself? She must be somewhere near by' she thought frantically, trying to ignore the strong sense of foreboding currently welling up inside her. It almost felt as though a large stone had dropped into her stomach. Tears ran down her face as she chocked back a sob, calling again an again for her little girl. The woman ran to a river which flowed near to their house, which lead down into an estuary before entering the sea. The river was swollen, over flowing the banks. The ground became marshier as she tried to keep moving forward. Suddenly she saw a familiar item just clinging to a rock on the edge of the river. The woman let out a devastated scream. It was her daughter's bracelet. She had been swallowed by the river. The rain fell harder as she cried, falling to her knees, shaking in shock and despair. Her baby girl was gone.
When the fisherman finally arrived home, after a hard and gruelling yet successful year away, he was truly heartbroken to learn that his daughter, his precious little girl with eyes as blue as the ocean, had drowned.