Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters in Kingdom Hearts I or II.

Notes- Chapter one! I was writing another story, and Inuyasha fic called Interrupted Love, but I started having trouble deciding what to do next, so I'm starting new... check out my other story, though, and tell me if you think I should keep it up! R+R!

Chapter 1- Arosukir Iriak

She took a candle from her night stand and lit it with a match. Then, she tiptoed over to a bookshelf, and pulled out a book with a red velvet cover. The bookshelf slowly shifted to the left, and she stepped into the narrow passageway behind it. She could hear her dress dragging behind her on the stone floor in the passageway. After a few moments of walking in the darkness, she reached a place where the passage widened and two torches lit the space. She lifted one torch from its mounting on the wall, and an opening appeared in front of her, leading into the library. She was not allowed into the library at night, so she used this secret entrance to go there whenever she pleased.

Once inside, she set down her candle on a desk and began to look around. Even if she wasn't going to read anything, being in the library calmed her down. She lit a few more candles. Just as she had lit the last candle, she saw the light reflect off of something in the corner of her eye. She turned to see a large book lying on a small table beside an armchair. She walked over to the chair and took a seat, lifting the book from its resting place to take a look. She had never seen this book before. She dusted off the leather cover to reveal gold lettering. The light continued to flicker, making the letters appear to be dancing. The letters read Arosukir Iriak. She slowly began to open the book. Just as she had completely opened it and started to read, the letters began to glow a bright yellow light, and the book slammed shut. Startled, she placed the book back on the table and stared in astonishment. Suddenly, a light from another candle shone from under the door, followed by a loud knocking, then a voice.

"Fleur! Fleur, I know you're in there! You should be in bed, young lady!" Fleur heard the scratchy old voice of her guardian, Roselin. She quickly picked up her candle and blew the others out. She stepped quietly towards the passageway, and once inside, she placed the torch in its mounting to close the entrance. She hastily walked back through the dark passage into her room again. She pushed the red book back into place, and blew out the candle as the bookshelf shifted again. She quickly threw herself into her bed and pulled the covers over her face, pretending to be asleep. Right on time, Roselin stomped down the hall to Fleur's room. She opened the door, but said nothing when she saw Fleur in bed. As Roselin left the room, Fleur poked her head out from under the covers. When the coast was clear, she lit the candle again and pulled out a sheet of parchment and a quill pen. She dipped the pen in ink and began writing-

Arosukir Iriak

What does this mean?

And what made that book shut itself?

Is there anyone who can help me answer these questions?

I'll save these and others for later.

But the boy in my dreams... he must have something to do with this.

She folded the parchment in thirds and reached for a book on her desk that had a lock on it. She pulled out a key from around her neck and unlocked the diary. She slipped the delicate piece of parchment inside, and locked it up again. She put the key back on her necklace, laid back down on her bed, and slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

She awoke the next morning to the sound of horse hooves outside. She arose and looked out her window to the gravel road below. A crude wagon was stopped in front of the castle. She saw a boy and a man emerge. The boy was dressed in old, tattered clothes, while the man was dressed nicely in a suit and tie. The man was carrying papers with him.

She rushed over to her armoire and picked out a dress. It was a very smooth, light shade of turquoise, with thin straps over her shoulders and it laced up in the back. A silk bow tied gracefully near her lower back wrapped around her waist in a shade slightly darker than the rest of her dress. Now she needed Hilda, her lady's maid. She poked her head out of the door and called for Hilda. Moments later, a woman, only a few years older than Fleur herself, came rushing down the hall in a black dress with an apron on.

"You called, Princess?" Hilda said lightly.

"I told you not to call me that... If I'm a princess, then where are the king and queen, my parents? So maybe I am... but still... just call me Fleur." Fleur never liked being called Princess Fleur, because it felt weird, being royal when she didn't even know her own parents. Roselin had raised her, and she didn't know how, if at all, Roselin was related to her. "Anyway, Hilda... I need you to help me get dressed and do my hair. It seems that we have a guest this morning."

Notes- That's chapter 1! Hope you enjoyed it... in the next chapter Fleur will meet the new servant boy. R+R! Reviews keep me going!

-VarekaiSoleil