Chapter 1: Deep Deep Dive
A long, long time ago, when the worlds were all connected and filled with light, a magic book, called the Book of Memories, was created to keep records of the memories of the people and worlds. The cover was made of the richest wood with the most expensive of brown leathers and ancient runes were carved into the material. Old magic was imbued into the pages to allow a special person, one with a heart of either pure light or pure darkness, to control the flow and content of the memories it held. Those people, called Givers of Memories, were chosen as children to use the book to record the memories. However, because of how powerful the book was, people began to fight over it. Therefore a person with a strong heart of either light or darkness was chosen to guard the book and
But first, allow me to explain some vocabulary.
The Book of Memories was a very old and wise book that held the sleeping memories of all the worlds and their inhabitants, even the memories that slept deep, deep in the heart of a world.
A Giver of Memories kept the book safe from harm, whose heart was tied to the book itself. A Giver was considered a memory witch, able to contort a person's memories into any form using the book to rewrite the person's pages.
Whoever held the book in their possession was called the Keeper. The Keeper could receive protection from and had command over the Giver.
Now that you know, we can continue with the story...
Maya felt so...peaceful.
The darkness had been surrounding her for what felt like years; she couldn't even remember what the light looked like. But that was alright. She didn't mind the darkness. Ever since she was very small, Maya knew the blackness that surrounded her and welcomed it. The only times she was ever really disturbed was when someone opened her book.
Maya's book was very old, as it had been passed down from the First Giver to the next, and then on and on until it laded in her possession. As a Giver, she was attached to the Book of Memories, and remained in the Realm of Darkness until someone found the book and opened it, summoning her in the process. It was one fateful day when someone did open the Book of Memories.
Maya was levitating in the darkness, her black colored poncho floating gently around her the same way her chin-length golden hair did. Her eyes were closed, her limbs spread out slightly from her body. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open as a tingling sensation spread through her being. Someone was summoning her.
There was a bright flashing light and Maya found herself sitting on a cold, stone floor. Her ice blue eyes peered around the room. It was incredibly dim; the only source of light came from torches on the wall that emitted a green flame. Maya stood up and dusted off her poncho and light crème shorts. She noticed a rip in her black tights and frowned.
"Giver. Awaken from your slumber!" A strong, dominant woman's voice boomed in the loud room.
Maya yawned, closing one eye in annoyance. She instantly disliked this woman. Icy eyes scanned the room dully to find the source of the voice, which happened to be a tall, foreboding woman with long black horns upon her head and clad in a dark robe.
"See, my boy?" The woman said to someone behind Maya, "This girl is the key to all your questions."
Maya's cold gaze went to the person addressed, a boy with silver hair and the brightest turquoise eyes she'd ever seen. Her eyes moved slowly down his body, drinking him in until they landed on a worn-looking leather bound book. Her book.
"Maleficent," The boy said, growing uncomfortable under Maya's intense stare, "Why is she staring at my book?"
Maya's sharp eyes snapped to his face. His book?
"Riku, that book is tied to her being. It's very powerful, and once in her hands, so is she. Naturally, she'll want to gain possession; be sure not to give her that chance." Maleficent purred knowingly, holding Maya's cold glare. "So long as you own that book, you own her."
Riku's grip on the book tightened. He needed that book, to save Kairi, and the Giver was going to help him do it.
"I'll leave you two to start working," Maleficent smirked, disappearing in a dark cloud of smoke.
Maya looked at Riku. She was not happy. After a decade of sleep, she was awoken by some kid and his creepy friend who anticipated to own both her and her book.
She reached out her hand to him, her poncho sifting awfully loud in the silent, dim room. Riku's eyes couldn't help but glance at her exposed body through the small opening her lifted arm made. He could see a white tank top and a little sliver of skin between her top and shorts. His eyes snapped to hers as she spoke for the first time since he summoned her.
"Give me my book."
Riku tensed. Maya looked so innocent, with large ice eyes and pale pink lips, but her voice was so sharp he was sure it would cut him if he weren't careful.
An interesting relationship this would be indeed.