It's hard to wake up, when the shades have been pulled shut. This house is haunted It's so pathetic It makes no sense at all. I'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away. If a stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day.
She sat in the corner, tears threatening to spill over, her favorite bunny clutched to her chest. Blonde strands caressed her face. No comfort, no solace could reach her in this white room where darkness overwhelmed everything. The light that is her heart diminishes slowly.
She looks up, heart heavy, teeth clenching. They don't seem to understand her fear. She has a fear of falling. Because she knows, in every heart of light, there rests a sliver of darkness. A darkness that can be awakened given the right situation or temptation. She knows, this little girl of eight so wise beyond her years, that she can awaken this darkness. She can let it overcome her. Overwhelm her like every corner of the room. Rather it can take her in its clutches and bury her. But she chooses to fight.
She rises to her feet and doesn't falter. She can feel the power that resides in her heart. The power of darkness and the power of light. The light dances on her fingertips, the darkness on her tongue. Her eyes seem hollow. They are so lifeless and empty, the irises seeming to engulf the pupils. She passes them. Her hand reaches for the knob of the door, but she takes one last long glance back before stepping out. She shuts the dark room away.
Their anger hurts my ears, been running strong for seven years. Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them, it makes no sense at all. I see them every day. We get along so why can't they? If this is what he wants and this is what she wants, then why is there so much pain?
They hadn't noticed she'd left. She was so small. She had crept by without a sound. Their attention had been focused on themselves, selfish, so selfish. They failed to see the light in their darkness. The darkness that seeped into their skin. Emanating from their hearts. The stench of it reeked. The little girl had watched as these people had become so easily engulfed by the darkness. Watched, how so easily they gave into it. She could hear it calling out to them, but what could she possibly do? Surely, she alone could not fight the darkness.
So here's your holiday, hope you enjoy it this time, you gave it all away. It was mine. So when you're dead and gone will you remember this night, twenty years now lost. It's not right.
The little girl, bunny in hand, walked to her room. The white walls blinded her but she smiled. Her world was still light. It wasn't far from her grasp. She pulled out her favorite things in all the world. A sheet of paper and a pencil. She began to draw her fears away. A face stared up at her, bright and full of hope. She continued on, drawing his light. It took the form of a weapon she liked to think could defeat the darkness with a single strike. A key. The key.
The key symbolized strength and knowledge, courage and a will. A will to fight. The boy, he was a key too. Like a copy of the one he bore. Filled with strength, courage, knoweledge, and the will. But most importantly, he seemed to radiate an equal if not greater amount of light. The girl stared at him. An invisible force tugged at her heart strings and for some strange reason, she felt as though she knew him. That was enough for her. Enough to make the fragile youth start her own venture for this light.
So here's your holiday, hope you enjoy it this time, you gave it all away. It was mine. So when you're dead and gone will you remember this night, twenty years now lost. It's not right.
The girl grabbed a small backpack and filled it with paper, pencils, colored pencils, and an object very close to her heart. A Wayfinder.
When she was at least two years younger, her mother told her a tale of sorts. About sailors at sea, an island with a special tree that bears a special fruit, and friendship. She had said that long ago, when sailors were sent out to sea, they would leave their family and friends behind and set out. The families and friends of these men spent their days waiting, waiting for news of when their loved ones would come home. Sometimes, they would find themselves waiting only to hear back that the voyage was a lost cause and they would never see their loved ones again. But that would change when one day, a few of the island children sought out a way to bring their fathers back, safe and unharmed. They took the legend of the Paopu fruit to heart and knew of its great ability to keep the destinies of those who shared it entertwined. So, to pass the days and to keep the faith burning strong, the children began making charms using thalassa shells shaped like the fruit. The children made enough for their families and friends and used them to feel the connection of their loved ones. These charms were unordinary for the power they held was great. The charms kept the sailors safe and almost always brought back the voyagers unharmed. Every family began to carry one even those who had doubted its power in the beginning. Even to this day they are carried by the local islanders.
The little girl would listen to her mother, mesmorized by the tale and when it was over her mother would ask,
"Little Naminé, do you know why the charms worked so well?" And Naminé would shake her head 'no' in response. Her mother would then say, "It was because the children believed so strongly with their light burning so purely in their hearts. That's why." Naminé had never understood what her mother had meant by the 'light'. Now as she looked back on it, she was beginning to think she understood.
It was her most prized possesion, given to her by a local islander of Destiny Islands, the place where the tale took place. The wayfinder was made out of a beautiful blue stone shaped into a star and outlined by silver metal. In the very center, an odd heart shaped stone sat comfortably. She had never given it much thought but was hoping to find out soon enough.
Naminé grabbed her rabbit by its arm and headed to the living room. On the table in the middle of it were two adult passes to Destiny Islands and one child's pass. She picked her own up and stuffed it into her dress's pocket. As she walked out the front door, she whispered a soft goodbye.
The train station wasn't far from where she lived. Its route was easy to get to. But in Twilight Town, all the trams were easy to access. From market central, she walked up the hill. Midday the sight wasn't at all odd. Children played by the station all the time. To Naminé, it was a very new feeling. She felt very independent, and was very courageous for walking alone. She'd never been anywhere without her parents, the people consumed by the darkness.
Along the way, many women whispered amongst themselves about her. She could hear them. They called her cute and pretty, adorable actually. She appreciated their compliments but hadn't really minded them.
When she had finally made her way up the hill, she walked into the station and showed her pass to the ticket attendant.
"That's a pretty far ride for a little girl to be taking all by herself, do your parents know where you are?" Naminé smiled brightly and melted his heart instantly.
"It won't be long, I'm meeting a friend there." He smiled at her and nodded.
"Okay, well just hop on that train right there," he pointed to his left,"it'll take you where you need to go." She smiled and thanked him and went on her way.
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A/N: So originally this was going to be a oneshot, a really long one, but I decided to break it into a few chapters. This is the story of Naminé, and finding her light. 3 Anyways, the song used is Stay Together For The Kids by Blink 182. I thought it fit the situation perfectly. All reviews are appreciated, thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own the song or Kingdom Hearts sadly.
