E n c h a n t
"I wanted to fly, so you gave me your wings."
Prologue: The Fateful Night
She blinked, confused at first. Soon, though, a shy, meek smile crawled onto her porcelain features as she nodded in agreement. Hands slipped around her waist, holding her in a firm, yet kind manner at her hips. Her flaxen hair, cut shorter on one side, the other longer and tossed over her shoulder, was curled at the edges. She wore no make up, for she didn't need any. Her light, simple dress was comfortable and hugged her hips, but just formal enough for the occasion. It was white, with it's two-inch straps holding it up. It curved downwards at her waist, pulling out slightly near the ends that were cut in a simple-doily fashion. Naminé Kasumi was the name of this stormy eyed girl, age 16, Senior at Twilight Girls' Academy. This was their one and only co-ed dance, unoriginally but fittingly named the Twilight Dance. On this day, the sky was always lit in a twilight scene, for reasons no one could explain. But no one could doubt that it was beautiful, not even kind and shy pessimist Naminé.
Her partner, wild and careless Axel Fedir, was unusually shy around the girl. His hands were trembling, and he could barely speak; a near impossible feat of the pyro. When he saw her smile, he felt his lips curve upwards as well. It felt weird opposed to his normal arrogant smirk, or his cold smile as he broke yet another girl's heart like it was a toy in his palms. Something was different about this girl, that was for sure-- but he could not place it, didn't want to. The mysterious feeling was indeed unnerving, but also oddly calming to his fiery dismeanor. As Axel gazed upon the angelic girl's face, he was suddenly stricken with a feeling of utmost fear. Something was going to happen, he knew it-- he could always sense things like this; and seeing Naminé before him struck something in him, her smile especially-- like it was to be wiped away this very night.
Naminé stared at him, confused, as he stopped dancing and stared holes into her eyes, gripping her hips especially tight. She gasped, trying to pry his hands off of her, but only succeeded in him holding tighter. She saw it, in his eyes-- a desperate fear, one that her own eyes now matched shamelessly. She mumbled to him, unable to use hear voice because of the fear within her. She had always been afraid of contact-- and this was proving her right; never trust anyone with your body, not even for something as simple as a dance. No matter how close you were. Tears pricked at her eyes and Axel continued staring hollowly into her eyes. She broke free, scrambling from the school building. Axel snapped out of it, fear lacing his voice as he called out.
"Naminé! Wait! Stop!"
But she would not. Scrambling out into the street, Naminé met her fate-- and Axel met his fears.
Crash.