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The man stood on the roof, looking at the city below. He narrowed his yellow eyes as he frowned. His mane-like red hair fluttered in the night breeze. It was quiet, and the girl was asleep. She had always ignored him, so why until now did she pay any attention. It wasn't as if he meant anything to her. Nor did he care if she did. It was merely something he found curious. A couple of steps came from behind him, and he didn't look back. "I suppose you have an idea, elf?" It was obvious what he was talking about. The other two wondered the same thing. Inside, he felt a little hatred for his own existence. At the same time, he couldn't bear the thought of leaving the world.
"She was your queen... Even if it was only in her mind. She would have done anything you told her to do... Tygir... I think she feels guilty for having left you when I suggested it to her.
"And when I came back? She kept ignoring me. Was that also your suggestion?" Tygir would have growled, but he didn't feel like causing too much noise this late at night.
"It was a protecting mechanism of her mind. As far as she knows, you're just someone who was an imaginary friend. Not the man I see before me at all. But she needed a woman's advice... and she wasn't going to get that from you." The woman blinked, the dim moonlight causing her eyes to shine a liquid blue. Her golden hair seemed light brown as it fell across her face. She held her hands together as she stood next to Tygir. "Were you surprised that day she stopped looking at you?"
Tygir looked at her, his eyes hiding the sadness which had plagued him for almost 10 years. "Akya-" He stopped when Avedae, the elf, held up her slender pale hand.
"-Is her own person. Had any of us been with her through that time, she would have been placed in more danger than good. By doing this, she might have had to deal with hardships but those are what makes her so strong." Avedae looked up at the moon, a crescent shape of light in the sky.
"She really is a queen now..." Said another voice, quiet yet demanding from behind them. The newcomer walked in between the two, hiding behind his shoulder-length black hair. If they could have seen his face, they would see a determined solemn face with two blue eyes, and a bit of a blush. "Our queen, at least. She rules our lives mercilessly and we cannot do anything against her will."
"Matthew, she's only a young girl." Tygir frowned.
"A young woman." Avedae corrected.
"That changes nothing. In the human world, young princes have become kings at the age of 1. This isn't common, but she is a queen nonetheless and we are her servants. Her retainers." Matthew looked off to one side, avoiding their glances.
Avedae started coughing, trying to hide the laugh she had almost let out. Tygir looked at the elf, his eyes still showing his sadness. "If then she is our queen... How can she ignore us?"
"It's not our place to wonder if we will ever be noticed. Only our place to support her as we were meant to do." Matthew sat down, the other two following suit.
Inside the house, the young girl in question was sleeping. Her name was Akya, and she had been having odd dreams for the past few weeks of these people. As she dreamed, her fingers ran through her shoulder length brown hair, twisting a strand she had caught. Not often did she sleep with her mouth open, but this time she did. Normally her fear of creepy crawlies entering her body overcame her in sleep but the dream she was having won this time.
As she dreamed, her body twisted and turned until finally she was halfway out from underneath her covers and on her left side with both arms on either side of her. She should have been uncomfortable like that but she didn't wake up if she was. She dreamed that she was alone on a stage, dressed in her nightgown with fog drifting around her feet. It was dark all around her, but she could see where she was standing. For some reason, it was silent.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, looking behind her. There were two figures, both females.
"We are here at your bidding." They bowed to her, and another figure walked in between them. This one was male.
"Akya, you're going to do great things..." He said, also bowing.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" Akya backed away, stepping closer to the edge of the stage. Her back hit the wall as the man walked closer to her.
"Someone who cares about you. We are here for your protection. We... Ma-" He was still speaking but Akya couldn't hear what was being said. She realized now though that one of the two she had thought were females was actually a male. They were saying things under their breath but she also couldn't hear what was being said. It was as if a wind was blowing the words away from her.
Suddenly, it was as if a wind was blowing away from her, tearing through her dream causing the background to change to a graveyard. She looked around and saw that she'd been there before, although she couldn't remember where. Next to her side was the ghost of a dog. She knew that dog, but again she couldn't remember where. Then it seemed to dawn on her. "You're Zero!" The dog looked like a golden retriever, and had a serious look on his face. She bent down to hug him. The dog stayed still, licking it's ghostly lips as she looked up from Zero. She still didn't know where she was but she figured it was a place she read of in a book. Maybe it was The Prince Who Lived or something like that. It even had the hill she remembered. She stood up and walked onto the hill, looking at the bright moon in front of her.
"You're going to do great things, and you don't know it. That's a little sad." A female voice said.
Akya turned around. It looked like someone she knew. "Who are you?" She was starting to feel a little scared by these words. She was only Akya Maj. Nothing special about her, so why do these random people say she was?
"No one as important as you are. Just remember that you're special." The woman smiled, and drifted away like sands on the wind. At the same time, Akya's world also drifted away, as she made the journey from dream land to her bed. She looked up out at the moon, then at the clock. 6:12 am. She decided that she wasn't going to go back to sleep, so she might as well get ready to go to work. She opened her closet and pulled on a pair of black pants and a white tee shirt. She hardly got her socks on when a knock came at her front door. "Just a sec!" she called out. She lived alone, so there was no one else to get it or to wake up.
"Yeah?" She said when she opened it. It was a man, looking a little dazed but he walked into her house. "Hey! I didn't say you could come in..." But feeling the chill of the morning, she couldn't blame him. She shut the door behind him and crossed her arms. In her fancy tux-like outfit, she hardly looked threatening.
"'S'cold..." He muttered. Then he looked at Akya. The man looked familiar to her which made her think of the dream she had had just a few minutes ago. He had dark blonde hair, which seemed to flow down the back of his neck and started from the mullet he had standing on end. He surveyed his surroundings, always resting his eyes on Akya with piercing blue-green eyes. He wore dark clothing: a old and battered Led Zeppelin tee, black leather pants, chains coming from the pants and a lot of jewelry. It being winter, Akya wasn't surprised that he was so eager to enter this house. But where did she see him? "I don't suppose you have a cup of coffee ready?" He asked.
He used large hand motions that almost distracted Akya from his question but then Akya shook her head. "I don't drink coffee... Um... you didn't come here just for that, did you?" She asked, wondering how quickly she could get to the phone if she needed to.
"Shoot... Ah, well no. You've gotta come with me." The man looked a little embarrassed, and held out a hand.
"I... I think not. See, I've got to get to work in an hour..." Her voice trailed off as the guy looked into her eyes.
"You have to go with me instead." He let his hand fall to his side and he looked away. There was something very familiar about this guy, yet off.
"Ok... why do I have to go with you?" Akya moved closer to the phone, but she found her way was blocked by a human shaped thing that had a hat like device over it's head, but it was slender and had large hips that swayed. It was white, wearing a black vest and pink pants that looked like something from an Arabic movie Akya had once seen. A large symbol was on the left side of the pants that told Akya a lot about who she was dealing with.
"De... You're not supposed to exist! You're supposed to not be here at all!" She shouted, waving an accusing finger at the man.
"Now that's just rude! I might be a nobody, but that was a cold remark..." Demyx pouted. "Still, you've gotta come with me, like it or not." As he was talking, the dancer nobody grabbed the girl and Demyx opened a portal. Akya closed her eyes as she squirmed around, trying to escape. She didn't know what a video game character wanted with her, but she did know that something smelled fishy. Suddenly, it was as if she was free, and she felt the ground rushing up to meet her. She hit her head and looked up as she clutched at her forehead.
Demyx was caught by the throat as a man with tan muscles, lifted him off the ground and tossed him aside. He held out a hand and then smiled at her. "I'll be there to help you..." He said as he pulled her up to her feet.
Demyx looked up from the floor, and punched it. "Useless..." He whispered. He got up and summoned his sitar.
"No! Demyx, you'll get-" But Demyx didn't listen and everything in her house got soaked from his magic. This made Akya really angry. She had just moved to this place, renting a house as these elderly couple traveled the US in their motor home. She tensed as she ran towards Demyx, not hearing the new guy's shout.
"I've gotta pay over 4,000 dollars for the damage you caused! That's 40,000 munny!" She shouted as she knocked Demyx over onto his back. His sitar disappeared as he stared into her eyes. He started to back away from Akya, and ran into a wall when he finally got up. He got up, and opened up another portal to leave. Akya followed after him, not noticing that others were following as well.
"Who's going to pay for this?" She shouted, but Demyx didn't seem to hear. He was still running away like a madman.
Akya would have lost him, but she felt herself get picked up and was being carried by the man who had saved her. "I told you I'll be there to help you." He smiled at her.
She looked behind him and saw two others following behind. "You were in my dreams..." She whispered, holding on tight to the one carrying her.
The woman ran up to her and pointed to the one carrying Akya. "This is Tygir, Can't be his real name but it's the only one he gave us. My name is Avedae-"
"And that's Matthew..." Akya said, astonished. "But I thought... I thought you weren't..." Tygir had been running at the same speed that Demyx was, so when Demyx got through to the other side, they were able to follow. Yet, Demyx had tricked them, and kept running, making a sharp turn to go through another corridor that closed up as soon as he went through it. Tygir stopped and set the girl down. "You thought we were only imaginary... like Demyx... There's going to have to be a talk about this..."
"When we get the chance. Right now... Where are we?" Matthew looked around as he walked out of the corridor of darkness, panting. The dark hole closed up behind them. Wherever they were, they were trapped.
A/N Well, I've posted this months ago onto DA, under the name of Daemian777. I've found since the last thing that I've uploaded onto here that I should probably stick to KH, since I know it best. It does have some original characters as you have noticed, but they are constant characters that I have had for years. I've had the time to flesh them out a little. I do want to say, a difference between the one on DA and this is the titles. I have chapter titles, but I'm not sure if it's ok to use them since they're the titles of songs, lol. Oh well, it doesn't exactly matter, because it only mildly sets a mood I barely even follow anyway. XD Things might get a little confusing from here, but I'm going to try hard to keep it good.