Chain of Memories 1
Namine
A Kingdom Hearts Chain of
Memories Fan Fiction
CH.1: Castle Oblivion as it was
Nathan walked down the dim lighted hallway in his white night robe, the reason to find his daughter. Castle Oblivion was a towering castle that had been currently lived in by his father Samuel, however due to an illness he died at the age of 52 and Nathan inherited it. Nathan was only 32 and had a wife named Jules, who was 30, and they a daughter named Namine. Over the course of their stay the storm outside grew and nights like this his daughter would run and hide on one of the many floors. Nailed along the walls were portraits; many showed relatives of his family line. Grandpa Luke, Nathan thought with a grin as he stared at the portrait of the 72 year old ruler. I may be only 32, but why do I feel death so heavy on my shoulder? The sound of a pen scratching paper broke him out of his paranoid illusions and with a slow inch he made his way to a room. The drawing room had a table and at the farthest corner he found his daughter Namine with her notebook on the table. "Namine, it's past your bedtime," Nathan said to his oblivious daughter.
"Sorry dad, just got caught up in my work, want to see?" Namine held up her notebook and her father scratched his chin confused. She was going on the age of 14 and had begun drawing pictures, instead of inanimate objects like stuff she sees regularly, she began to draw people she's never seen. At the age of 12 I found out I was a witch, she thought with reminisce, by 13 my drawing became a talent. "Dad, why is Castle Oblivion so far from civilization?" Namine asked curiously.
"Well Namine, I guess it my father's choice. My father wasn't always the most liked man, and it was well known by the threats he got in many ways. At my first home he wouldn't come home till 12, in the morning as he left to work he went out the back. After I left to get married he began a secret project; it took about 5 years of sweat and turmoil before any of the family got to see. Castle Oblivion was his escape from those who hated him, so, are you ready to go to bed now?"
"Yeah, I suppose," she said with a shrug. Getting off the stool she stood around 4 to 5ft with a short white gown and blonde hair. Her only friends were the pen or pencil and the notebook her father bought her. Following her father up the stairs she took a wary look back and could've sworn she was a hooded figure. The air is foul, it's always been, Namine thought warily. Her father lifted her into bed and kissed her head before leaving. As she lay there she stared at the shadows on the wall. They seemed to stare back.
Staring at the castle from outside was a red haired man in a black cloak. He seemed to be in his early thirties and in the middle of the night he cared less why he was there. The order for which he worked for had plans for Castle Oblivion; the man in the cloak again cared nothing for it. Rumors had it that the legendary weapon the keyblade had found the master destined to save the world. The keyblade had been a weapon sought by all, only the one with a strong heart could call to it. From the underbrush came another hooded figure, her figure was recognizable by the man, but to chose to ignore her. "Isn't it pass your bedtime Larxene?" The woman gave him a withering glare before joining him. "So did Marluxia tell you why-?"
"No, you know he doesn't Axel," she replied hotly. Axel grinned and folded his arms again staring at the huge castle. In the sky crisscrosses of lightning lit up the dark sky. "The superior has given the right of Oblivion to Marluxia," she said paying close attention to his jaw tightening. I know your upset Axel, she thought with a smug look, you're wondering how pretty man with no real goal got to be head honcho. You're also jealous that I'm with him, she thought with a grin forming on her lips. Larxene was 27 years old and in the sky her favorite thing rumbled, the sound of thunder. "Tell me Axel, what do you plan to do about Marluxia?"
"I'll follow his orders, though in truth I'm blinded by his control of power," he said. Walking up the road was another cloaked figure, this one was large and each step made the ground quake. It all seems wrong, Axel thought, to rob a young girl of her family, but if the superior heard this my role would end. The huge figure stood beside him and as he slid his hood off they beheld a man with unruly brown hair and a big boned face. Lexaeus had no emotion and it would seem true, but both Axel and Larxene knew he had a volatile temper. "Lexaeus, what brings you out in the night? Afraid to be-?"
"Axel, I grow weary of your talking," Lexaeus said gruffly, "I just came from a meeting with Vexen and he says we have to delay the attack." Axel turned to the big man and could see his face torn up, so torn up that any moment a twig would crack and his restrained tantrum would tear the hill apart. Without warning Lexaeus let loose a blood curdling roar and every stomp in his anger would send a huge tree crashing around Castle Oblivion. "It was supposed to be today!"
"Marluxia has his orders, I suggest we do the same," she said throwing her head back. Both men couldn't argue and chose to find other things to do to pass time till the attack. Larxene ran down the road and to a hill where another hooded figure stood. Larxene made a slow approach and by the time she stood beside him he already knew she was there. "Axel and Lexaeus have agreed to your orders."
"They never were mine Larxene; always it seems the superior is paranoid of a thing that we don't see. A boy wielding a weapon of myth and a place called Kingdom Hearts, are they real or has the superior been driven insane?" Marluxia was 28 years old and of the older not really high upon the power chain. If he succeeded in Oblivion, the superior would recognize him, till then he had to plan. Larxene slipped her fingers through his and as she put her head on his shoulder he relaxed. Rest easy Nathan, your life is spared again, just don't count your stars yet, he thought with menace. With the sun rising Marluxia and Larxene disappeared down the hill and pulled their hoods up. The night sky was swallowed by blue and white and the beaming golden light rose up high.
"The superior knows what he is doing Marluxia," Larxene said in a comforting tone, "if he knows of this threat, we have cause to prepare. Castle Oblivion, once ours will be our stronghold, and when that child comes, he'll have no where to run." Marluxia kissed her head and as they left only one pair of eyes saw them.
Jules sat on the edge of the bed in cold sweat, her long blonde hair trailed over her bare shoulders. Her night gown clung to her frail body and with slow motion rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror she saw her reflection and taking care slid her hand through her hair and noted in distress a white hair among the blonde. Last night she heard from her husband about Namine's sleep walking, Jules knew better. She was once a witch, but gave it up when she met traveler Nathan. She had helped to keep her witch like powers locked away, how wrong she was. Poor Namine, Jules thought sadly, to be so young and have such power; I didn't even have it till 16. Castle Oblivion was such a palace, but forces unknown to her were planning to end the paradise. Nathan came in and Jules went over to him giving him a warm embrace. "Is Namine doing ok?" She asked him as they parted to speak.
"Yeah, it's just weird; every time I leave the room she gives me this sad look. While I mowed the lawn I talked to someone who seemed to be business. Fact is I heard it was closed down when the heartless came, weird huh?" Jules didn't answer and began to change into her shirt and sweats. Nathan left the room and as he checked in on his daughter he found her sketching again. "So Namine, what are you drawing now?"
"I'm drawing a…" Holding her head she felt throbs echo through her mind and the face of a hooded man. Her pencil dropped to the floor and her eyes flickered several times before a short pause then her eyes began to focus on her kneeling father. "Don't worry dad, it's just a headache…it comes now and then," she said weakly. She could see in his eyes doubt, she too knew her words were false and did little reassurance on her part. Nathan left Namine gathering her thoughts and went to find Jules. The sound of struggle was heard and racing forward he came to a halt as he saw his wife receive a swift blow and was sent over the couch. A blonde hair woman stared at him with crackling eyes and in her hands were sharp objects, like cat's claws. Behind him he heard clapping:
"Well done Larxene, sorry Nathan but as you just witnessed your wife stood no chance. My name is Marluxia and over there is Larxene. We are part of an organization intent on studying the heart and the power within. By the way I must say nice castle," he said with a complimentary smile. Nathan felt the ground shake and was sent into the air and near the fireplace. "Don't mind Lexaeus, he's just moving furniture around for our new home." Marluxia walked forward and pulled from his cloak a staff with an ax attached; much like the Grim Reaper. "Comfy are we?"
"What do you want with my castle? It has no treasure, no secrets; it doesn't even have trap doors," he said motioning around the room from his limp form on the ground. Jules moaned and Nathan crawled to her and his hand touched the fresh blood on her cheek. The figures in cloaks cared nothing for the family they were about to destroy. Larxene walked forward and picked up Jules; with nothing more then a hand grip sliced her with lightning quick swipe and dropped the dead weight to the floor. "Jules…no!"
"Nathan, Castle Oblivion has more secrets then you'll ever know, take care not to bleed over my carpet." Nathan stumbled onto his feet and made a run for the exit, but a sharp pain hit his back sending him onto his face. Marluxia eyed the dead man and woman with little care; it wasn't until he turned around that he saw the retreating form of a young child full of tears.