I got a letter today. A letter that made my heart pound and my palms sweat. The letter had a seal on it, that of the King. I nearly dropped out of my seat in excitement. I would see him again. He was ok. Thank goodness. I wasn't prepared for any of this. And mostly when I had let go, he always finds me. I grabbed my bag filled with pens and paper and quickly left my house. I was about to board the only train that went to nowhere. Or so the common folk thought. This magical train would take me back to him. I was ready. As I stepped aboard, feelings washed over me like I hadn't expected. "Don't excite yourself too much, you might burst," I told myself. I smiled as I took a seat and looked out the window. Today was the day.

XxxxxxX

I am a novelist. Ok, a novelist is stretching it. A novelist is when someone is a best seller and manages to gain a fandom or 2. No I am not a novelist. Let's say writer. Yes, I am a writer. I write 7 days a week, at least 10 hours a day. Now I know that seems like a lot, but you have to believe me when I say I love my job.

I go to school, come home and put on a new outfit and run out of the house like mad. I am always searching for the latest scoop. But here in my little Twilight Town, there isn't much going on. I write for my job for 4 hours a day, and write my novel for 6. I am supporting myself. The books I write are enough to get me through for a few months, but the bigger picture always makes me nervous. I am really trying, for my own sake.

I am 16. And yes I am serious. Supporting myself 24/7 has been something I have been doing for a long time; since I was about 14, when my world was sucked away from me into the abyss. Let me explain myself.

When I was younger, I lived with my loving and doting parents. They were a little wealthier than other families. But that didn't mean I didn't grow up well. I was given only what I was needed. I started writing at 9 and making up stories and telling them to myself as I walked home from school. I loved my parents. And I miss them every day. I don't know where they are right now. I hope they are ok and didn't just up and have another kid to love and dote over. The thought made me chuckle as I left school. I was in a hurry to get home. I had to get into my 2nd uniform and go to work. I work for a small newspaper, the Daily Light. Catchy name right? It's the only newspaper in Twilight town for over 30 years. I wasn't even a twinkle in my daddy's eye when this place was made.

When my world was sucked away, and I mean, literally sucked away, I was left in Twilight town. With no way of knowing how I got there. I woke up in the middle of the night (at 14 by the way) to my room being surrounded by darkness. And I when I say darkness, I mean the world literally disappeared from view on me. The light was gone. And at 14, it was surreal. Somedays I wonder if I didn't just dream up my home and parents. And I wasn't just always all alone in Twilight town. But I have to shake my head and realize it happened. It was a thing. It was over. And now here I am. I sat down in the Daily Light at my desk, unable to realize when I stopped thinking. I looked over my coworkers and just slumped back in my chair, thinking about my next novel. I had just finished my last one and sent it off to be published. But now I have a load of free time to think up a new one. My next one, the biggest one I hope, is going to be about an adventure. I can just feel it in my soul. But the problem I faced: I have never truly left Twilight Town. When I think of the places I've been, I've been home (and I can't remember what that place was called. It's like the word was sucked away with it), and I've been here in Twilight town. So today was about to get really strange for that notion.

I dragged myself out of the office and out to look for a scoop. Something that would make my day better. Quickly I headed to the square and was just observing the townsfolk. No one was saying or doing anything interesting. I went down to the sandlot, and observed Seifer and his gang doing a pushup contest. I wanted to avoid them, so I walked away with my hat over my eyes. I walked up the road to the area in between the buildings that was open, nothing. No one was saying anything. So much for my paycheck today... I decided to walk up the hill and get ready to go home. Out of nowhere someone pushed past me. A light touch came before a shove and suddenly I was on the ground, my papers from my back scattered, my pen's caps all missing. I picked myself up and saw the hand of a person I didn't know. It was someone I literally had never seen in town.

"I am so sorry." I looked up and was looking into the blue eyes of a young man. He held out a hand to me, but I was so stuck in his eyes that I picked myself up without ever taking my eyes off him.

"Let me help you." He said, as he started picking up my papers. Quickly I noticed that I was still staring, and began to pick up everything.

"Let me guess, you run into people often?" I said awkwardly. My head wasn't right at that point. I was embarrassed.

The man smiled an awkward smile back at me. "I try not to," he held the papers out to me. "Here, I didn't mean it. I hope you aren't hurt."

I took the papers with a shaking hand. What's wrong with me? Why am I suddenly quiet? The cocky girl that I usually am is gone and in place is this shy little thing. Maybe its because my outfit was so ugly, maybe because I lost my hat at some point in this excursion. I looked down to notice it sitting off to the side.

"Well if you are ok, I hope you have a nice day...doing what you are doing." He said. And as quickly as he had come, he had left. It wasn't too long after that I noticed that he had 2 traveling companions. Ones I wouldn't have expected. One was a dog, a huge dog. And the other was a duck who was out of the normal size range for any species I had ever seen. Both were wearing clothes, both were walking on 2 legs, both were talking to the boy as they left. My mind was blown.

Suddenly, my intuition kicked in. I had to follow them. I mean, this was weird. REALLY weird. I need to get the scoop on it. I rushed up the hill after them; they were heading towards the train station. I stayed a good distance back. I didn't want them to know I was following them.

As I neared the top of the hill, they were about to walk to the station, when suddenly, a bunch of white...humans? I wasn't sure what they were. They were shorter than the man, but they didn't look like people. They looked like they had zippers for mouths. Ok, so this was turning into a horror movie. What in the world?

The man held his hand out, and out of nowhere, a key appeared in his hand. It looked like a key. I was taking notes the whole time. The group was in combat all of a sudden. I was taking notes, but my eyes were focused on the man in question. Who was he? What was he doing here? Why was he fighting these...things?

I was confused more than anything else. Suddenly, I saw those creatures. They were looking at me. Or at least I think they were, because within a second, I saw a few of them coming at me, one of them grabbed my hand, the other pushed me out into the open. I was freaking out. I swatted at them with my pen. Hoping they were going to let me go was looking to be a distant memory. Was I about to be killed, eaten? What were they? I closed my eyes, prepared for anything, but suddenly, I heard the slashing of a weapon, and a voice calling to me.

"Are you ok?" I heard in my ringing head. I opened my eyes again. I saw the man, he stood in front of me. The creatures were all coming fast, but the boy was...protecting me. I was down on my butt after a moment, hoping that the ring of creatures around me would just vanish, but the boy fell right in front of me. Too many creatures...I was going to die wasn't I?

I closed my eyes again, preparing for impact, but it never came. I opened one eye, and a...mouse...was fighting them off. The boy looked shocked. And the group was even more stunned then I was.

"Your Majesty?" The duck asked this person before me. The mouse put a finger to his lips and shooshed the group. Never have I heard the world so quiet.

"You have to leave town now. The train knows the way." He said. The boy got up quicker than anything. He walked over the person and he handed him a bag. The bag was pretty, too pretty for a boy to be carrying around.

I looked up, confused. My notes were torn. My pen was destroyed and leaking ink. I felt miserable in a second. All that work, and for what? Nothing. Now how would I face the crew? I was so nervous.

Suddenly, a hand was in front of me. It felt like déjà vu. I looked up, and once again, I found myself in the eyes of the man. This time, I managed to grab his hand. He lifted me up. He was stronger than anything I had ever seen. I wasn't exactly the skinniest girl in the world, but it was no problem for him.

"Are you alright?" he asked, never letting go of my hand.

"Umm, yeah, I think so, except my work." I suddenly realized I shouldn't have said that. My work, or the fact that I stalked them to the train station.

He studied my hand, now covered in black, the papers he instantly grabbed. He started reading. I was mortified. Why would he do this? Did he want to embarrass me? But wait...is he...smirking?

"Next time, feel free to just tell us you want to observe us." He handed the papers back to me. "It will save you the hassle of being attacked by those things..."

I felt my face go hot. I NEVER get embarrassed. What the hell did this kid do to me?

"Sora, we gotta go." The duck said to the boy. He turned his head. He suddenly got a puzzled look on his face.

"Wait one second, Donald." He said. He looked to me and whispered, "You can write...I've always wanted a story written about me."

I looked at him. Where was he going with this? I just wanted to go home and hide. "Umm, ok? So what do you want me to write?" I didn't even know why I asked.

"Hmm..." he put a smile on his face as he thought. "I have to introduce you to someone. Hey Jiminy."

A little...thing popped out of his jacket. It was green. That's all I could think of. "What's going on, Sora."

So this boy's name is Sora...I wonder if that's short for something. My name is 4 letters too. But I didn't know.

"This girl is a writer, maybe you can collaborate." I looked shocked. I couldn't fight. I couldn't do anything like that. But suddenly, this guy wants me to write about him?

The thing looked at him. "Are you sure? My journal is completely empty."

"We can write a new story." Sora looked at me. "Let's have her write it."

I didn't even get a chance to refuse. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the group. The duck and the dog exchanged confused glances. You're kidding me...I am doing this.

"I have to introduce you guys." He said to them. "This is...umm..." He looked to me.

"Nina." I said, looking at my feet. My normal attitude was gone. I was replaced with someone who was unable to speak. What's going on? Who are these people?

"I want her to write a story. About our adventures." He smiled confidently at them. The rest of the group didn't even have a chance to speak, their faces said it all.

The duck looked skeptical. "Can she fight?" He asked.

"Of course I can." I said out loud. My mouth had no filter. I could have just said no. Then I could go back to daily life. But something about an adventure...it would be perfect for my next novel. Wait. What am I saying? I am just going to drop my life and go on an adventure? But thinking even closer about it, what did I have here? A job, school and a life alone. Those things could be omitted. I haven't really had any friends for a long time. So maybe...

The boy looked at me. "If you think you have it in you, we have a train waiting for us."

I looked down at my clothes...I felt embarrassed. Grey suit and...did I leave my hat on the ground? I wasn't even sure.

"I do..." there was the no filter again.

"Awesome! Well its nice to meet you. I'm Sora and that's Donald and Goofy." He pointed to them respectively. "And you already know Jiminy. He's going to help you get the best information possible."

I smiled weakly. I didn't know what I was doing or what I was about to commit to. But whatever it was, it couldn't have come at a better time.

XxxxxX

"Four please." Sora said at the ticket counter. I was uncomfortable. The least I could have done was felt more comfortable. I was doing something I wouldn't have expected myself to do in a million years. Had I prepared myself more for this moment, I would have felt better. But I wasn't. I was nervous. Stressed to the point I could feel my neck tense.

We started to walk towards the loading station, when suddenly, four kids my age ran up to us.

"Sora, we wanted to see you off." One of them said, folding his arms. "It seemed like the right thing to do."

Sora smiled at this. As the train pulled up, he looked back to them. "Goodbye." He said.

"Sora, are you sure we haven't met before?" Another one of them asked. Sora looked like he had to think about it for a moment.

"Positive, why would you ask?" He asked. I was confused. I had seen these kids before. I knew them from school. And they always hung out in their group of 3. The same boy shrugged. "I dunno."

I looked to Sora, who gave them a smile, but when I blinked, a tear slid down his cheek. I was even more confused. Why was he crying? Did he really not know these kids? I could hear the boy say "Pull it together," as Sora rubbed his eyes clean. He looked quite embarrassed, pulling a cheesy smile at them.

"Right, see ya." He ended it quickly. We all boarded the train, and I took a seat next to...Donald, I think. He was looking out the window. I looked up to Sora, whose look had went from super happy, to monotone and lost. I couldn't help but keep my eye on him.

He held up the bag that he had gotten from that mouse in his hand. "You know...I'm sad."

Donald and Goofy looked at him in a sympathetic way. "We will be back."

"Yeah we can visit Hayner and those guys again." Goofy looked at him with a smile. I smiled back, unsure of what to say.