"We're finally here!" An approbated girl around seventeen shouted. He mother, a slightly thin woman with shining blue eyes looked at her felicitous daughter. The mother had two curved wrinkles under each clear blue eye, and her lips had a slight point on each side. Her hair was thick, laced up into a messy ponytail of strawberry blonde, but it had faded with her age. "Marzel, go help your father and siblings unpack our stuff in the hotel." "Yes ma'am. Father! Are things still in the van?" A male voice grunted back to her, and answer that sent her running to the truck to grab some bags. At the back of the van, a cool breeze blew its way through her strawberry blonde hair. "This is it, Marzel. That's what the ocean breeze really feels like. You were dreaming of this your whole life. And now it's finally here." She whispered to herself as she took a breath full of complacency, and let the ocean air fill her lungs. Over the years, she had made herself believe that anything ocean related was dissociated from anything else; it was better. She never knew what anything 'ocean related' was though, because she had never honestly been to an ocean. She lived in a slow city, nowhere near an ocean. Marzel only saw pictures, only dreamed. Marzel reached far back into the van and grabbed her bag. "Hermana, Marzel! Can you please grab that bolsa for yo?" "Derrick. Either speak in Spanish, or speak in English! Don't mix the two!" Marzel yelled at her little brother as she handed a bag to him. Her younger sister came up next to carry the reminder of the bags inside, whose strawberry blonde hair was braided, and her eyes matched the rest of her families. She made a friendly smile and went on with her chore, walking toward the open hotel.

Three Days Later

The sun had settled, and so had a cooked dinner in our family's stomachs. Everyone was ardent with relaxation and diffidence from playing in the ocean all day. The only noise that was heard was the TV; the father, son, and I were watching it. Meanwhile, the TV's light call mixed with Mother's and Sister's dishwashing. Everything was calm and serene, and I was happy to see our family so relaxed and escaped from stress and worries. My head would nod to the left occasionally as sleep tried to endorse me, but as soon as I was ready to give in, a foreboding knock slammed three times on our hotel door. I jumped, as did my father, and with a sigh he got up to answer the obnoxious call. I heard the water shut off, a sign that the dishes were done. I looked over as my mother stood behind my father as he opened the door.

Two furtive men vehemently pushed there way in the house, after slamming a golf club into my fathers face. My mother screamed in horror, and jumped back as one of the hideous men backed her into the kitchen. My father's face was bleeding, and lying unconscious on the floor. Something kept telling me this was a dream, but the reality of the blood pouring from my father's mouth informed me that it was most defiantly real. The man that had struck my father down was sitting on top of him with a knife, making lines in his face. I was shaking from terror and shock, and my eyes were wide. I couldn't see my mother anymore, but I could hear her scream. Suddenly the screaming stopped and the man rose from the floor and went after my sister. I watch in horror as she attempted to fight back, but didn't prevail. Now, the man that had been messing with my father stood up, and came after me, immediately I screamed, knowing what would happen to me, after what had just been done to my mother and sister.

The door was left wide open as the man came after me, and his partner was busy with my sister. I looked over terrified to my brother, and screamed at him to run. With quick reflex's, that's exactly what he did. Once I saw he got away, it gave me hope that one of us had survived. That one is all that matters. I looked back to the man that was coming for me, and no doubt about it, I was scared. He grabbed my chest, and then slammed my head against the wall, which made everything go black.

2 Months Later

I was now a slave. My father and mother were killed in the incident that happened however long ago. I lost count of my days. In one point of time, I almost forgot my name. My sister was input into the same thing I was, but because of her young age, I didn't know life like this was possible. Being slaved into sex, and only to be beat and abused in return. I was fed only enough to kept me alive, and focused only on escaping, and I believed today was my one and only chance. It was raining outside, and the same men that broke into our hotel had kidnapped two more young females, so they were busy in the other room.

I went out the door, and shut the door quietly behind me. I ran off into the rain and ran as fast as I possibly could; if they found me, I would be killed. I ran for what felt like an hour, in a distance land I didn't know. I looked to my left and saw the ocean; my old dreams where crushed, and now the ocean was only bad news, bad luck, and death. It killed everything I once loved. All hope was gone, my only prayer was that my brother was alright. I heard a loud crash and stopped in my tracks. I turned around, and saw a strange sight, like nothing I had ever seen before.

"W..What are you?" I said with a tremble in my voice. The thing danced around with a witch wand in its hand, and a purple glow came from it. It came after me and I closed my eyes and counted to 10; it's what I had taught myself to do when the men would hurt me.

I watched as my heart floated out and flew into the sky. Shouldn't I be gone by now? Suddenly I began to choke and a breath came out of my throat, like a spirit. I watched it drift towards the witch woman and slid itself into a purple circle that was hanging from a necklace. Pain suddenly shot through my veins, or whatever I had now. I began screaming from this infernal pain. I fell to my knees and continued to scream. The witch slowly connected the necklace around my neck and the pain drifted away. I gasped for air, as I could finally stop screaming.

"Don't you see now darling? Now your nothing but a puppet." She had an old crackly voice. "You're a nobody now, and if anything happens to that there necklace," she flicked it which sent another shock of infernal pain and I began screaming for a moment. "Then your die." A laugh. "If you want to be returned to normal, find a true pure heart. It's the only thing that can possibly free your soul."

With that, she was gone.

All he could think about was I'm too young for this.
Got my whole life ahead.
Hell I'm just a kid myself.
How'm I gonna raise one.

All he could see were his dreams goin' up in smoke.
So much for ditchin' this town and hangin' out on the coast.
Oh well, those plans are long gone.

Sora POV

It was the middle of the night, the smell of the hospital was still fresh, even though we had been there for hours. The doctors were still messing with the newborn baby Kairi had just delivered. Kairi was worn out, just panting on the hospital bed. I was feeling uneasy, as I thought about being a father. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel, act, I think I even forgot how to breathe.

Then the doctors knocked me out of my intensive thinking it by speaking to me. There were two doctors present, and one nurse helping to take care of the new born baby. The main doctor was a woman with long blonde hair tied up on the top of her hair in a messy bun. Sweat lightly shadowed on her face and neck, her hands seemed to be shaking. The assistant doctor and the nurse were both male with dark hair, there faces young and ignorant.

The blonde doctor spoke up. "Would you like to hold your new baby girl?"
"A girl?" I replied shocked, as I gasped for air. Kairi and I had waited to know about the gender because we wanted it to be a surprise. What a surprise it was. Before I could even answer 'yes' the doctor put my new daughter in my hands. She was covered in a cloth and I couldn't see her face. Curious, I moved the cloth and took a look at my new responsibility.

She still hadn't opened her eyes yet. She was about the size of half my arm, and had such a sweet, soft face, with a light glow. As I held her there in my arms, everything felt right; I couldn't even believe I was worried before.

This was my baby girl, my daughter.
I heard Kairi shift around in the hospital bed. I turned around and she had sat up, and she was looking at me with those bright blue eyes, that I loved so much; she wanted to hold the baby, and I laid her slowly into Kairi's arms, even though I never wanted to let the sweet child go.

I leaned in next to my beautiful wife, and looked again at the child's face, the ones who would change my life forever. I touched the baby's hand, and when I did, a small shock happened, and even after I let go I could still feel it through my fingers. I shook my head in fear.

"Kairi. Something's wrong." "What is it Sora?" She asked me as she looked up from our daughters face to mine. I held my hand out, still starring at what had happened just seconds before.

"She's gonna have it Kairi. Our little girl is gonna have it." "Have what?" Kairi was still obviously confused and very tired. I leaned down next to the bed and looked deeply into Kairi's eyes.

"She's going to be the next keyblade master, ..it.. It just gave me a sign." I explained the shock that had happened between my daughter and myself. "It states somewhere in Ansem's report that stuff like that happens. Not only that but I just know."

Kairi touched then little pieces of red hair that was on the baby's head. "Guess we know best that you can't change Destiny." Kairi stated.

I didn't know how to feel once again. I was starting to hate that feeling. "What should we name her, Sora?" We went over random names, trying to find a name that would fit our little girl. After a countless amount of names, Kairi had seemed to settle on quite an odd name, Keyx.

Once again, I started thinking. "Keyx...hmm. I like that name." I stated, and then the little girl I created: This gift I had been given slowly lifted her eyelids and showed us her beautiful lavender like eyes. She looked at both of us and smiled.

This was Keyx, my Keyx.

A couple years of up all night and a few thousand diapers later.
That mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator.
Oh yeah...he loves that little girl.

We brought her home the next morning. The whole night last night, I feel asleep with Keyx in my arms. At the house the next day, all she did was sleep, while waking up occasionally for food. When I finally lay down next to Kairi at the end of the day, Keyx started to cry. I got up, and let Kairi rest. As soon as I picked her up, she stopped crying and laughed.

"Haha, your doing that on purpose aren't you?" I smiled and held the little hands that she was using to touch my face. She seems so happy, and it was unusual for a baby this young. I brought her into the kitchen and started to get a bottle for her. I popped into her mouth and she tried to hold it on her own, but she wasn't strong enough.

As I held her and her bottle, I felt my eyes tear up and I was a little embarrassed. A wonder what Riku would say we he found out; when he found out that, I loved her.

It was amazing how I had already focused my life on this innocent, little, gentle creature I held in my hands; Even though her life hadn't even considered of a week yet.

I couldn't wait to watch her grow; I couldn't even picture her as a toddler. My hands were tingling, my heart was hot. She finally finished her bottle and giggled as I put it gently in the sink. She yawned, and started to blink her eyes slowly as she drifted back to sleep.

"Keyx..?" I said to my daughter.

"I love you." I said as he kissed her on her head and started walking to lay her down in her crib.