(Feels like heaven)

(But)

(There)

(is something)

(Missing)

(I have no one)

(with me)

(No one to protect)

(I need to be IMPORTANT)

(Like the others)

{Hello my knight}

(Huh...who are you?)

{you know who I am.}

(Sorceress?)

{Yes}

{Come find me}

(But where?)

{Go with the hero}

(Hero?)

{The lion}

(I don't understand.)

{You'll see}

(Wait don't go)

Kennsington awoke with hot tears streaming down his face. (Well at least it

was just a dream this time and not me talking to myself like before.), He thought while

wiping his face. "I'm finished crying.",he said aloud to himself,"I have to find..."

The knock on the door halted his silioquy. He checked his face to make sure that there

was no trace of the tears, and answered the door.

"Hi Kenny." "Hi Carrie." He went by lots of names and each name was just as

faceless as the next. Kenn. Kenny. Kenneth. Kennsington. he even remembered Andre's brother

calling him "K-money" once. He'd only dawned two surnames. Aentrarie was one. The other was

Vamilte. He loved his family, but they simply would not let him be a Hero. The Vamiltes

were not heroes. They were the Kings and Queens who commanded the Heroes. So he came to a

new family. And that family was Balamb Garden.

"What are you doing here?" Kennsington asked unsure why anyone would want to bother

with him. "Carrie simply said,"The rest of my team is training."

"Why aren't you with them?"

"I wanted to be with you."

(Me?) "Why?"

Carrie shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know."

"You're going away?"

"Yeah."

"Oh...." He waited a few seconds and then, "I'm going with you."

"Huh? How? You're in charge of the paper."

another pause. "I'll get someone else to do it."

"Why?"

The question dumbstruck him like a punch to the face.

"I don't know."

"Have you been crying?"

"No." (Dammit)

"Oh you have to talk to Cid. We're leaving tomorrow."

"okay. You'd better get back to training."

"But I came here to see you."

"Why."

"I'm worried about you."

"No need to be."

"Guess you're right. Bye."

She hugged him for a long time, yet it didn't seem long enough. After she left, it hit him "Leonhart!"

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He took the time to look in the mirror as he fiddled with the mechanics on his new Gunblade. He called it PRESTIGE, and it was a hell of a lot more difficult, but also moire Powerful-looking, than the small, 9mm he had come to Garden with. There was a mass influx of Garden students trying to use the gunblade but failing horribly. Kenn could, though.

He got up and got dressed. Keeping some of the trademark Vamilte Formality, He selected from his wardrobe a black button up shirt, And matched it with gray dress pants.

He was a tall fellow, very tall, and he remembered an occasion when he had scared the living crap out of Rajin (Who was now somewhere in winhill) just by putting his hand on his shoulder, when he accused him of stealing his homework. With short light brown hair and eyes, he looked nothing like all the other Vamiltes, he'd got his traits from his mother. And then he was out to be a hero.