Okay I've removed a few of my Disney fics because they were annoying me. I didn't like their concepts or the way I tackled the plot so I'm restarting. I also changed her name. Ezzy is now Princess Adrienne [Addy].
It was late one night. I couldn't have been older than about five or so. My father was looking at a young man,Milo. He was twenty-three just recently he discovered Atlantis. He was my best friend. There were tears in his eyes.
"Make sure they are okay." He whispered giving me a long glance.
He'd been sick for a while. I'd been taking care of Figment. Milo had been helping out a lot. Kida played with me. Jim took me sky surfing a couple of times. It was nice. Riley Poole drove me in the Ferrari. That was fun, but now I was starting to understand it was all a distraction. They were all trying to distract me.
"I will. I promise." The young man, one of our Disney family's newest additions, said to my father solemnly.
Milo. I liked him. He was kind and gentle. He wasn't like Dr. Channing who was next in line after me to take over Dream Port. Simba had been keeping a close eye on him.
I was brave enough to enter the room now.
"Where are you going Daddy?" I asked giving him my classic grin.
"Well I need to go away for awhile." He whispered. "But I'll see you again someday."
Milo gently took my hand and gave it a small squeeze. I was thankful.
"Why? For how long? Where are you going?" I asked not wanting to hear the answer.
"I'm, Addy , this isn't easy for me to do. Adrienne I'm passing on."
My eyes widened in shock, "Wh-what? N-no! NO! This isn't fair what about me? What about Figment what's going to happen to us?"
"You're Grandpa Merlin is going to take care of you two."
Milo looked at me.
"Hey, it's not so bad as you might think. I did it. I didn't turn out that bad." He said with a smile. He thumbed away my tears.
Dreamfinder smiled at Milo and I. It was his last ever genuine smile. His body went limp. I started colapsing into Milo he pulled me into him hushing me softly. Dr. Sweet rushed in the room. Mere seconds later the room was a blur and Milo took me out. He rocked me gently in his arms. I fell asleep there.
Kida looked at him. He nodded and she put her head on his shoulder.
"We're one of the last . . ."
"Until she's old enough to have a voice we will be the last."
. . .
It was somber once more. It had only been about eight years or so since my dad died and now my grandfather had passed too.
"This is the hard part," Milo whispered to me.
"I've figured that out the hard way." I whispered to him.
"I just wanted to let you know , it all goes up hill from here. It was your Grandfather's express request as head of the Disney council that you come and live with Kida and I. The council told me that they wanted you to live with someone who migh understand your situation. And seeing as you and I grew up quite close they thought and I thought that it would work."
"I'd like that." I whispered. "It's not like I'd be with a complete stranger."
"I knew you would want to." He said squeezing my shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"Is this how it feels. Like you would do anything just to make sure you made him proud?"
"Yeah." He smiled. "It's just like that."
"Show me how?" I asked.
"As best I can, I will."
"I've always wanted a big brother." I smiled sadly, "To show me how to do it all someone to look up to."
"I'll do it if I can figure it all out." He said putting his arm around me.
"I've found that you don't to it perfect the first time. . ."
"You stumble your way around until it comes out the way it should, and that, that's the fun part." he finished.
"Yup."
"Your dad said that a lot."
"He did." I smiled sadly and finally collapsed in tears against him.
"Shh just wait. It all goes up hill from here."