AN: Hey everyone, this story is placed 6 years prior to a co-authored story called 'Reaching for the Stars', if you like this you should read that as well. This focus's on my OC Miya and this begins not long after she's born. Much of this is made up and collaborated with a dear friend of mine. It isn't cannon and doesn't have many BBS or KH spoilers... though it does contain spoilers for 'Reaching for the Stars' in a sense.
I also acknowledge the grammar probably stinks... I've done my best but I fail at grammar... don't kill me over it.
Read and Review please, it would be greatly loved for feedback.
Miya and anything not KH cannon (c) myself
Kingdom Hearts Cannon (c) Disney and Square Enix
Part 1
Nights on the island world of Destiny Island were cooler, though no less humid, than the shining days. But every now and then the sky would darken and the sea would rage with a frothing fury. Some times it only hit the far out islands, and other times it would reach out to the mainland. These storms always brought varying levels of destruction. The sea and wind were powerful natural enemies. Breaking against each other in powerful strokes. The islanders would bunker down in their homes and wait for the storms to pass. Never did they step outside and watch, never did they attempt to save something caught out in the storm. They all valued their lives to not risk such a foolish thing.
On one of the farther out islands, one set apart miles from the whole cluster, a storm had sprung up in its rocky coves. Each island varied from the other and this island was small, but it had towering hills, cascading waterfalls, a full, lush tropical jungle, and a peaceful lagoon sheltered by the rising cliffs. This lagoon hid away a wooden sail boat fit for a small family. The island was a paradise, a world of its own in the simple world of Destiny Islands, but it was not the safest place to wait out a storm.
Beneath the smooth or raging surface of the water, bright colorful reefs surrounded the island. The only time it was safe passage to and from the cove was at high tide. During a storm that passage was treacherous and impassible with the crashing waves forcing anything into the reef. But the lagoon itself became a basin of churning water that could create deadly waves. Waves that would toss anything within its shelter into the cliff sides.
As the storm rolled in and swallowed up the islands in a dark, raging grey grip the boat began to rock back and forth. The power of the storm grew and the boat was shook and pummeled repeatedly into the sides of the cliff. The boat was not fairing well, with each crashing wave against the cliff the boat began to break.
The family of three that lived on this boat were unable to escape. The mast had broken and landed over the hatch, the door that would grant them freedom from impending death. The man held his wife, who cradled their baby girl of only a few months . The threat of death was imminent, but the mother had hope for their baby. She tucked the child into her boat like cradle, both kissing her with sorrowful farewells. The father cast a spell of protection to keep his little daughter safe and alive, along with a spell of guidance to a safe haven.
The two parents set the cradle adrift in the raging lagoon through a porthole barely big enough. With a final shove the waves broke the boat against the cliff side, crushing it beneath the pressure. As the boat sank beneath the frothing surface the little cradle bobbed safely from the island across the raging sea. The little infant inside was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the danger she was in. The enchanted cradle moved with a steady speed toward safety.
On one of the fringing islands, one that sat on the outside of the island cluster, the storm was rolling in quickly. This particular island was one of the islands that remained uninhabited. Or so people thought. This island wasn't the most attractive of the islands. It was small, flat, rocky and covered thickly in palm tree's and coconut tree's. In the heat of the day the sand was powder dry, and the rocks scalding hot. The natives rarely visited this little outcast of an island and never knew of the little shack hidden within the trees or the two individuals that lived there.
As the waves broke against the rocky beach a cloaked hunched over figure stood on the beach, shrouded eyes examining the raging sea. Something had urged the figure to be there, a feeling that beckoned him outside during this storm. Like all others in Destiny Island's, this figure generally did not venture outside during a storm. But obviously that night was an exception.
The figure stood still, the rain and spray of the sea pelted against the black leather coat. The cool, unfazed eyes starred out at the boiling sea. The figure starred long and hard out at the storm and was greatly surprised to see something bobbing on the surface. As it neared, for it seemed to have an intended direction, the old man beneath the coat saw that it was a cradle. With a smooth wave of his hand he brought the cradle up onto the shore. He stooped over it and took the sleeping child from it, holding the infant in his arms.
The figure starred out at the storming sea once more, realizing this child had been why he had the urge to face the storm. Perhaps this child would serve a purpose to his plans one day. But for now he needed to bring the child into shelter and safety.
The cloaked figure turned and headed into the trees toward the shack. By the time the man had reached the shelter of the shacks thatched roof the baby was awake and crying. The rain drops had soaked her blanket through and now she was cold and wet, which she didn't like one bit.
Inside the shack did not resemble the run down, poorly constructed appearance. The inside was bigger, brighter and warmer. It was the ideal house appearance.
The sound of a the crying baby caused the other individual to stir, a boy around the age of 16 came out of a room with a tired look on his face.
"Why do we have a baby, Master?" The dark haired teen groaned. "Can't you make it stop cryin'? Im tryin' to get some sleep. Geez..." there was obvious agitation in the kids voice.
The old man scowled at his pupil, setting the child down in the boys arms, leaving him with a stunned expression. The man walked out of the room, pulling his coat off.
The boy sputtered and attempted to soothe the crying baby, by replacing the wet blanket with a dry one and holding her close. It felt slightly odd, holding a baby, after all it had been a few years since those times. As his master walked around his study, the boy looked down at the baby in his arms. It had the soft, angelic features of a girl, her brown eyes starring at his face. He couldn't help but thing her expression was pitiful. Her eyes looked sad, and such emotions an infant could not understand yet. The look in her eyes seemed to express she'd lost something. Feelings stirred inside of him, making his heart ache a little for her.
"Master were did you find here? And how are we able to take care of her? Don't you think she needs some home thats... well better than ours?" He said heading into his master's study.
The old man looked up from the map on his desk to his student. A contemplative look in his bright gold eyes.
"Boy let me worry about the child's well being. She won't be staying with us, in fact Im going to take her to a new home shortly. So I hope you haven't gotten to attached." He nodded his head toward the now sleeping infant in the teens arms. He slid his black coat on again, moving to the two and took the little girl from the boy.
"Were are you taking her?"
"That is no concern of yours, now either go back to bed or start practicing your magic." The old man smirked as the boys bedroom door slammed shut. His student could move fast if it meant getting out of work.
The elder shook his head, with a low chuckle. He glanced down at the sleeping infant in his arms. Something about the child seemed special, perhaps it had to do with her being so young and being able to express her emotions. It wasn't through her facial expressions, but through her presence. Even in her sleep he could tell her little heart was troubled. The child intrigued him, and he didn't want to send her off to Radiant Gardens just yet.
Not without infusing her heart with darkness. He decided the best use she could be to him was as an interesting little experiment, and as a future stepping stone in his main plan. The old man had begun to wonder how a heart overflowing with darkness could exist and react in an environment full of light. And the City of Light, the world known as Radiant Gardens, was the perfect place. Not only would it be a good setting for the experiment, but he planned on giving her to the royal family. For later down the road she would be the wedge that held that door open.
As the old man schemed, swirling pool of darkness rose up into a door way and he stepped through. Going into this dark pathway would successfully prepare the child's heart for the darkness he would place inside of her himself.
Through the whole journey from Destiny Islands to Radiant Gardens the infant had awakened and had been starring around with a perplexed expression. He knew it was because of the darkness that was coming in contact with her little heart.
It was an hour or so before the dark corridor opened in a night filled garden. Night blanketed the world of Radiant Gardens, clouds drifted lazily through the sky which was sprinkled by falling stars.
The old man glanced around, familiar with the world, he recognized he was in the labyrinth of the castle garden. He also was familiar enough with this world to know that the King enjoyed walks in the garden at night. The setting was perfect, the night concealing anyone who desired it. He moved quietly to the garden entrance were the King would be sure to find the child while he hid in the shadows.
Speaking of which, she'd remained silent this whole time, her little eyes entranced by the falling stars. The old man glanced down at her, one had began to create an orb of darkness and he rested it over her chest. In wisps the darkness entered her little body. Her little eyes looked distressed and she began to whimper and soon was crying. When he completed infusing her with darkness and set her down beside the path, still crying. He backed into the shadows waiting for his plan to unfold.
It wasn't too long before hurried footsteps could be heard, after all the sound of a crying baby normally produced concern in the hearts of people. And just like he had hoped, the King appeared at the paths head, looking around for the infant. Knowing what would unfold there was no need for the old man to stay. He left the world and returned to his, never seen, never heard.
The sound of a baby in distress had stirred the young King from his thoughts. He'd spun around on the path he was walking and began to search out the baby in the garden. As Ansem searched and drew nearer to the sounds he wondered why there was a baby in the castle garden's and who would of placed it here.
Under the sky of falling stars and bright shining moon Ansem stepped onto the path that the sound of the crying infant was the loudest. He searched around till he came to the spot were a little moving bundle lay. The King bent down and picked the crying child up, a bit awkwardly, and held it gently in his arms.
The blanket that the child was wrapped in had slid from around its head, revealing a small, distressed little face. Ansem held the baby close and began to talk to the child soothingly, reaching one hand up to caress the child's face. A few minutes beneath the stars passed and the child's crying ceased as it became aware of the warm, strong arms it was wrapped in, the voice that soothed, and the gentle caresses on its face. Ansem's heart melted as the sad little eyes opened and stared up into his face, the pink lips turned down in a confused little frown.
"Hmm... it seems you've been through a lot, little one. Am I right?" He spoke to her in a gentle tone with his deep voice, turning on the path to head back to the castle.
"You must be hungry, cold and probably need a new diaper..." As he spoke those little eyes never wavered from his face.
When he reached the kitchen entrance of the castle he turned and glanced at the stars that shot across the sky, then back at the child in his arms. Even in its distress and sad state the child was beautiful and tugged at his heart. In his heart, Ansem already knew he'd raise this little baby as his own, even if his mind hadn't thought of it yet.
"I wonder where you came from," he said stepping into the dark kitchen and walked through the castle. "Perhaps you came from the heaven's... maybe you're a little fallen star."
part 2 on the way... things may be abrupt ending but thats okay... really this isn't an epic story of great lengths... its just something to fuel my creative juices
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