When I woke up I was still very much frozen into place and had no indication of the time. With nothing else to do, I thought again about the dream again. The more I thought about it the more something seemed peculiar. The people seemed almost familiar; it was like I knew them. But how could I? I had no idea who they were.
My train of thought was broken by a creak let out from my door. I heard a crash as something was knocked over. "Demyx, Why must you always leave things everywhere." Zexion muttered to himself. I tried to ask him what he had been up to in Traverse Town, only to remember I couldn't do anything. I heard Zexion edge closer. "Hi Xeleste," he said softly, "I couldn't sleep knowing you were stuck alone like this… I hope you don't mind." I felt the bed sink a little as he perched on the edge of it.
For hours he sat with me telling me weird and wonderful stories and recounting the day's events, such as how Demyx had flooded the grey area once again and a meeting had been announced regarding the findings of Marluxia and Xaldin. As he finally got up to leave he yawned, before gently lifting me up with one arm and plumpening my pillow with the other. When he set me back down I heard him click his fingers and the ceiling began to blur. I was now looking up at the night sky; stars dotted where the ceiling once was and a silver moon show down from above. "I have to go" he said sadly, "come back to us soon Xeleste."
After a while of staring up at the beautiful night sky above me I began to dream again. I was inside a bakery, standing over a work bench as ingredients measured themselves and mixed together in a bowl. The same lady from before stood next to me kneading dough, covered in flour once again. I flicked my wrist as an alarm sounded on the oven and a dozen fresh baguettes landed in a basket on the other side of the bench. The woman turned and smiled at me "you're such an angel, thanks for all of your help darling." She pulled me into a tight embrace and gently stroked my hair. "If only your father could see how your power has grown… He would be so proud."
"My father" I thought "… but that must mean." Suddenly I snapped back to reality. They weren't dreams…. they were memories, my memories, they were finally coming back to me.
I leapt out of bed and ripped open the door, it had barely registered that I could finally move again. I ran out of my room and headed full pelt to the grey area dashing around the corner and straight into Demyx. "Xeleste, you're okay!" He half shrieked pulling me close. I pulled away.
"Demyx… I remember. My mother, she worked in a bakery and… and my father sent us away when I was young, I never knew why... And...I had a little brother; my mother adopted him after we left. Demyx, I remember my Name."