Memories Best Forgotten
By Flora Clark
Prologue
The red tendril of dusk paints the sky with its rosy glow touching the sand, the glittering sea and a small child. A girl, her name soft on her lips, Kairi. She was calming on the surface but hid her secret rage, 'Where are they?!' she thought, 'Sora and Riku would never be this late, nor would they miss this… We do this every week, watch the sunset on a Sunday night as the sun leaves yet another week behind', a sigh escaped her lips and she lay back onto the sand and stared up at the stars peeking out and appearing one by one as darkness took over from the light. A crack behind her startled her and she jumped up. She whipped round and smiled, a tall figure stood next to the tree wearing a long black familiar cloak, the hood hid their face.
''Riku, I told you to stop playing with the organization disguise, they are dead so don't disrespect them by mocking their clothing and scaring others'', she laughed and walked towards the unmoving person.
''Who said that we all died?'', the figure replied, their voice dripping with poison and hate.
She turned to run, the meaning of the impossible words sinking in. A scream rose in her throat but died unuttered as it all went black