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A thousand miles

Once upon a time, everyone was one. The nature, beings, universe was one. Then it split to two, pure dark and light but it was unstable in that form and split further, mixing with each other to form shades of grey…it was many lifetimes later when someone tried to merge everyone back as one. He saw much deaths and violence and war and believed that the world was not meant to be separated. So he dove into the deepest and darkest ancient knowledge of the universe in the empty spaces in between matter to the heart of souls. He was never heard of again.

…..

Namine was not the kind of girl to breakdown and cry freely to let it all out nor was she the kind that acted so recklessly with each passing emotion that destruction was what will be promised in the end. Being a being with knowledge to harness 'magic', learning to control emotional outburst was the fundamental to cast or do anything relating to magic. For magic, was merely energy that came from the soul.

But for that moment, she wished that she could vent out her emotions freely as any ordinary man. She wished she could scream, laugh uncontrollably or even let out a stream of profanities that can burn the ear of the most vulgar sailors. She wished that the bottled emotions within her that kept expanding would vanish.

All she could do was to go, "Oh, crud," And blink.

…

Roxas was not the kind of boy to notice much.

The world was a complicated place, as he had discovered when he was three. It was a dog eat dog world and much worse for those whom had ventured further as stated from his grandfather who was once a traveler of the seas. He had his first dose of real pain when he was beaten up for being at the wrong place at the wrong time; at school. The beatings were a mere warning to be in his 'place' at the very bottom of the 'food' chain in school. He listened and avoided trouble at the very first sight of it. Unluckily, he was caught in the middle of a gang fight a few weeks after and badly wounded. He got a lasting reminder of the incident near his abdomen. DiValley village can be a dangerous place especially when darkness covers it.

But one thing he could not help but notice thunder and its accomplish, lightning. He had a phobia of thunder ever since he saw his pet dog (a shepherd) being struck by lightning followed by the loud clap of thunder that render him deaf temporarily. He does not even know their names at that time.

So when he was caught in the rain storm at age seven, he was extremely terrified and blindly ran about looking for shelter. He avoided trees, knowing that it was not safe but the forest beyond looked safe so he hurried there. It was there when he lost his footing and tumbled down a small hill right into a stone jutting out. He heard thunder and fear rise up from within like bile. He scrambled off the stone but then, discovered an opening. A shelter! Roxas quickly dove in without hesitation and curled up into a fetal position deep inside the cave. He closed his ears and eyes and prayed continuously for the rain to go away.

"Rain, rain, go away…"

The incident of the death of his dog kept flashing in his mind. He wondered if his family is okay and hoped that nobody got struck by lightning. He wished his mother was there, comforting him like she would. Thought after thought flashed by until sleep and fatigue claimed him.

It was some time when he felt another presence in the cave. A rough but warm hand touched his shoulder and the memory of his mother flashed by. Mother! He blindly threw himself at the person and clutch onto him or her tightly. He just needed to know that someone was there. It wasn't his mother, he discovered afterwards. The person had a much slimmer form and much smaller than his mother. He finally removed himself from her and took a long look at her face.

"I'm scared of thunder," he confessed.

"It's over now." The person replied. She looked slightly lost at his state.

He immediately felt embarrassed as he noticed that she was nearly as young as him and a girl! He rubbed away his tears furious with himself. He should not cry! He's supposed to be a 'big' boy now!

As he removed his hands from his face, he was immediately captivated by her face. She did not look like anyone in his village. She did not look like she was forced to follow the rules of the society. She looked…innocent and free. Pure curiosity decorated her expression. How can she live through life without coming across such burden?

He stared at her, trying to figure her out. The intensity must be scorching as she looked a little uncomfortable and immediately offered him to take him home.

It was a start of a bond of real friendship. It was also then when he started to notice little things in life that makes it even more joyful. She opened up to him when they became 'official' playmates and made him discover about his dream to fly. He always had a knack to transform bits of odds and ends to become a whole new item and to create a challenging invention became a goal of his. The only other things he now noticed ever since their meeting was her presence. Or to be precise, her.

So he immediately noticed when Namine did not come to help him build his air machine after lunch.

….

Blue was mixed with green. A dapple of yellow was plopped in with the mixture and an orange powder was sprinkled in it. The colors was then mixed and blend in together to form a brilliant crystal clear solution.

Namine let her left hand hover over the mixture and muttered some words, trying to cast a spell to stabilize the potion. However, the clear potion was suddenly split back to the dirty mixture of color. Namine stuff her knuckle into her mouth to prevent any profanities from escaping her lips. The wall opposite her had already became worn over many failed attempts of containing herself from lashing out vulgarities. Marks of magical cuts decorated the stone wall.

She was apparently attempting to brew a simple potion to numb pain that required much concentration. Her bin was already full to the brim with many failed attempts to mix the potion properly.

"Namine, dear?" Pink's voice can be heard clearly behind the door of her bedroom. "Come here dear?"

Namine put down the flask with much more force than necessary on her desk and dragged her feet towards the pink-maniac godmother. Her eyes were downcast, not wanting to look at Pink in the eyes.

Pink led her down the rickety staircase through the kitchen across the living room to The Empty Room.

The Empty Room was indeed empty, not even used to store anything as the house had already have another store room to store in excess things. It did not have furniture or anything to liven up the room except for the light streaming in through the windows. It was just… an empty space. The person who built this house may have put the room there maybe as an 'emergency' of some sort.

Dust immediately flew up from the floor when the door was opened. Coughing, Pink pointed at the room. In an instant, all the dust was cleared. She continued to lead Namine inside and then, turned around to face her.

"I'm sorry that you have to go. Frankly, I have no idea on how to change that mind of your father's. But," Pink continued with a smile. " we want to give you something before you go off. We want you to be more than a 'village' girl to them. Your father should know better about his daughter's talents."

"Pink dear…oh!" Green popped her head inside the room and looked startled at Namine's presence. She slowly moved inside The Empty Room hiding something behind her. Namine stared curiously at Green, wondering if she had cooked something odd again. Green loves cooking although many would not like her cooking. There was a pungent smell wafting from behind her.

"She's here?" Blue's voice echoed into the room and soon enough, Blue herself came into sight. Unfortunately, Blue accidently crashed into Green as she haste into The Empty Room. Namine giggled at the accident. Dear old Blue, always the ones with the accidents, Namine thought affectionately.

The item in her hand somersaulted in the air and landed on the floor with a loud bang. The item itself (a sphere made of entirely of mirror) did not get damaged surprisingly.

"Thank goodness I put an anti-damage spell on it." Blue muttered as she stood up from Green and bend down to collect the sphere. Green meanwhile also stood up, the thing behind her still hidden.

"Well, since we are all here, let's begin!" Pink clasped her hand together with anticipation.

"For you, I'll give you the mirror Sphere." Blue gently dropped the sphere into Namine's hands.

"For you, dear Namine, a potion of metamorphis." Green shyly pushed the flask filled with what looked like green sparkles to Namine.

"Why do I have to shape shift?" Namine inquired curiously.

"No, no! This is my creation, you see. A potion that can be used to create a desired potion by placing the key ingredient in it and a bit of concentration to alter the molecules in there a bit." Green declared proudly.

"Now my gift," Pink said. "Is to teach you create portals."

Namine wondered why she should ever need to create a portal even though she knew that it can be useful. Maybe to escape from school? Or was she supposed to teleport to school herself?

But Namine knew. Whatever they were doing now, it was for her, to lessen her distress to a whole new unfamiliar environment. She felt a tug at her heart and the burden and turmoil that were in there vanished. Her godmothers will always be with her no matter how far the distance. To protect her. A single transparent tear trailed down her cheek and she wiped it off.

"We'll start today. I heard that you are to start for school this Sunday and start school immediately on Monday. Now ladies, if you ple-"

"Namine!" There was a knock. "Namine!"

"Roxas!" Namine whispered. Out of all the people she forgot to inform about her unfortunate departure, it had to be her best friend!

"We'll continue after your little chat with that boy." Pink smiled gently and she 'shooed' Namine out.

"Get him, tiger!" Green cheered but was reprimanded immediately by Blue.

"Green! They're friends!" Blue hissed.

"But it does not hurt to dream!" Green said dreamily. "They'll have a cute little wedding, I'll make the cake! Oh, and maybe a little house by the forest…"

Blue and Pink can only sigh as Green prattled on and they began to get ready for the lesson to come.

…..

The door squeaked open and Namine's head popped out of the door.

Roxas apparently had run all the way from the village. He was panting and his face was flushed with the heat.

"Namine…"he panted. "You did not come so..I…"

Roxas could have sworn he saw a flash of guilt and anger in her blue orbs but determination was set in her features. Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him inside. The door shut behind them with a loud bang.

"I got to tell you something…" She led him upstairs into her bedroom.

The flask of dud potion was still on top of her desk. Roxas could clearly see the bin in her room full to the brim with the same liquid in the flask.

"Is that a numbing potion?" Roxas muttered as he picked up the flask to examine the contents carefully.

"Yeah…" Namine said as she rummaged in the drawers of her desk. Bits of paper was thrown into the air and floated gracefully down the floor into a mess. "I…how did you know?" Namine paused, looking up from her search to peer suspiciously at Roxas.

"Ummm, I saw it somewhere…?" Roxas replied lamely but Namine had already returned to searching.

Finally, at the very bottom of the lowest drawer, Namine extracted out a crumpled letter. She gave it to Roxas and began pacing around her bedroom nervously.

Roxas decided to sit down and plopped himself on her bed. But a sudden realization hit him. Being a shy gentleman he was, he felt extremely nervous to the fact that he was in a girl's room alone with a girl…

He concentrated on the letter instead.

It was several minutes until Roxas had processed what the letter was saying.

"Oh."

Namine stopped pacing and stood nervously still, her thumbs twiddling into a happy dance.

"I'm sorry, Roxas. I won't be able to help you build your air machine. I'm so sorry…" Namine looked to see his reaction.

His head was bending over the letter, his annoying fringe covering his eyes.

"You promised." Was his simple reply.

"I did. But…" Namine trailed off as she noted his cheerful grin as he lifted his head.

"You will keep your promise. You can come over during the holidays, right?" His sentence suddenly relieves her of the guilt. She was the type of person who never broke her promise no matter how small or urgent the situation was right now. To break one now would render her very angry with herself.

She broke into a watery smile. "Thanks. I'm sorry that I forgot to help you out or tell you earlier."

"I believe in you. Besides, what are friends for?" Namine could now see the normal Roxas she was accustomed to as he gave her a cheery smile.

"Thanks Roxas. That really means much to me." Namine said earnestly. She then surprised him with a hug.

Roxas was glad that she couldn't see his face right now. He could feel heat coursing through his cheeks and knew he must have looked like a tomato by now. He gently put his arms around Namine to return the hug.

"It means much to me too." Roxas whispered to himself.

…..

A single suitcase lay at the middle of The Empty Room. Chalk marks were now evident in the room along with chalk dust where several patches looked like it was rubbed away.

Namine was trying to pack in the last item in her casual pocket bag strapped by her waist. It was Blue's gift, the Mirror sphere which seemed too bulky. With a frustrated huff, Namine cast a shrinking spell on the sphere and stuff it in with ease.

She then ran down the staircase to find several people in The Empty Room. All her three godmothers were there, waiting as well as chatting enthusiastically to a kindly plump woman with golden brown hair. It was Roxas' mother. Her friend himself was beside his mother, looking increasingly nervous within the seemingly crowded room.

But when he saw her, his famous grin appeared and he waved at her. Namine replied with a small smile and clambered down the staircase quickly.

As she stepped inside, she knew. It was time. She gave everyone a quick goodbye hug before stepping in the middle of a circle chalked on the floor. Strange symbols were scrawled around its diameter. It was only for mere guidance. Only certain spell casters will be able to cast a spell without saying a word or even needing symbols. Raw Magic.

Namine stilled her breath, and her heartbeat. Slowly, she became aware of every little noise, every little detail of the dust particles dancing in the air. Slowly, she closed her eyes. Namine let a bit of magic flow to the floor and touch the marks. Immediately, the marks glowed a strange blue glow which spread quickly to the rest of the circle, causing light to shine from below.

"Open." Namine muttered and she pushed her finger through a barely visible crack in the fiber of space. She forced the rest of her hands deep into the crack, widening it then Namine pushed the two halves away with extreme force.

Holding on one of the halves with her left hand, Namine grabbed her suitcase. She turned back to look at the familiar faces for the last time before she walked through the portal.

…..

Namine stepped out to a sparse field full of dying plants. There was a haunted looking castle just beyond the dirt path. An old and worn sign hung at the top of the gates. 'Oblivion 13 School for the ladies'.

She might have taken only one step but she felt that she had travelled a thousand miles away from home.

…!0000oooo…..

Okay, a random question….how many of you have kissed the ooposite gender around your age! And how old are you at that time?
~SeraphineKH