A/N: okay i know i have a lot of crap i haven't finished but if you'd beleive it this is a fic i've completed. so i'll be editing the chapters and just putting them up, no writing required. Its been sitting on my comp for a while and i decided to put it up. Hope it piques your interest. This is the nice short prologue and chapter one is already finished. I'll upload it soon.

Some people say that life is an endless dream.

A dream of colors, light, and wonderful sound. Never ending, each day the dreaming goes on even as we close our eyes to sleep. Because when our eyes close, we continue dreaming and it brings about the question of where the reality starts and where the fantasy ends. If we never stop dreaming then do we ever wake-up? I guess that makes the dream and the reality one in the same doesn't it. Through all this, has anyone ever suddenly the dream was over?

I just wonder sometimes; what if the dreaming just stopped.


Prologue – Sora Lancier


"Well, that was a very well thought out speech, Mr. Lancier. Was all that really what came to mind when I asked everyone to write about their dreams?"

I looked up from my carelessly scribbled on paper, giving my new English teacher, Mrs. Barrymore, a blank look. Yeah, of course that's what I thought of. Things like that came out of me when my pen starts moving. Didn't know it would actually turn into something. She applauded me proudly though no one else did. My new classmates were too busy staring at me in that way that said "what the hell?" I probably made them think I was an emo kid even though it wasn't intentional. I just happened to have a very large emotional capacity. Blew out a hopeless sigh and sat back down, resting my head on the cold wood. This wasn't exactly what I wanted after having just escaped the suspicious eyes of Nibelheim and the hateful ones of Midgar. Yeah, I bet you're wondering how the hell you get anybody to hate you in tiny place like Nibelhiem. That is, if you even know where the hell Nibelheim is. But that's a story for later. I mean, the fact that I had even chosen to come to a place like Destiny Islands was absolutely the dumbest thing I'd ever done, next to dying my hair lavender. Actually the lavender thing wasn't that bad. Anyway, I know I had a dumb moment to even have been guilt tripped into this. Now here I was, determined to be forgotten by these small town teacher. The whole day had been the run of the mill disastrous new kid trip and I was glad to see it and with this period.

After my classmates had all shared their thoughts on dreams, the bell finally rang and , as always, I was the last one out of the room. I hated crowds so naturally I hung back until the halls were clear. I slipped off and began the quest to find my locker. I really hated Islanders. Everything was so damn…islandy and the school was so damn linear like a bad mouse maze. Leave it to me to blame the conga drumming natives for me not remembering where my locker was. The teachers watched me with disgust and incredulity. They acted like they had never seen a guy wear all black before just for the hell of it. I swear if they thought I was a Goth, I would kill someone. Oh yay! There's my locker.

Well, that bit of happiness was short-lived. It drifted away into oblivion when I had to start picking up my scattered belongings off the tile floor. My first day, no one knew me, and I still managed to have my locker vandalized. My wonderful black backpack with the silver crown sewn in it and all my books and notebooks had been spray painted a happy bright yellow. God knows I hated yellow and all its happy little rainbow friends but yeah, here it was all over my crap. Well, at least the text books all had book covers. Last thing I needed was to pay for damage to school property. I glanced around at the empty halls reassuring myself that everyone had cleared out. I held out my hands waiting for all my books to float to them and the yellow paint disappeared. I stuffed them into my bag and slung it casually over my shoulder. That's right, nothing to see here. Walking away, I glanced back at my broken locker door. I arched my brow, eyes flickering gold and the door reattached itself to the row of lockers, sealing shut with a new combination lock. Satisfied, I walked away. I guess I really didn't introduce myself, did I. Though, you should already know me well enough. My name is Sora Lancier and, obviously, I'm a witch. This is my short-lived experience on Destiny Islands. This is…all that happened before I disappeared from your life…