Yes, its me, xxsilverdreamxx, but you can call me Silver or Dream or Silver Dream or SD or anything you can think of as long as its not…

Degrading

Gross

COMPLETELY unrelated to the words Silver Dream

Etc

Ahem, anywho…so yes, I am here with my FIRST story under my new alias. I used to be Daughter of Trigon, but, seeing as I am broadening my fan fiction library with stories from other resources, decided I needed a new, indifferent name. Well, it's not THAT indifferent, but you get it.

Ahem, anyways, ON WITH THE SHOW!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything about Kingdom Hearts…if I did Kairi'd be WOOSHED away and I'd take her place AND Riku…maniacal laugh

"She Awaits Us…"

Darkness.

That's all I've known for too many days to count.

It claws at my skin like a rampant bear.

When I get out of here, I'm sleeping with all the lights on.

All I know is the long, winding path that leads me forward and the painful memories that try to pull me back…

Back.

Sometimes it seems as though I've been blindfolded and a new, older me is projected by the sudden change.

When this happens, they welcome me like a brother. He opens his arms like a father. She doesn't look at me…

She never has.

She never will.

I want her to though. Human eyes might null the pain for once, the pain she so quickly caused.

You see, when I first got here I was…attacked. The only thing I knew besides the darkness was pain for about a week and then…well, then came the blindfold and them.

The Unknown.

The Enigmatic Man.

Him and her.

I thought I knew my father: a poor fisherman who gave up everything for his wife and son, dying before ever seeing the face of his child.

From what I've been told, that's wrong.

From what I've been told, everything I know is wrong.

Even the Destiny Islands.

Destiny…when I say that, the darkness becomes even blacker…

They tell me not to lose hope…

The thing is, I had no hope to begin with. Malificent dashed away my hope the minute I found out she lied to me.

Lie…now the place brightens.

The only way to describe this place is with the word opposite. Here, everything that I think is bad is good and everything I think I know is wrong. We are the myths here, not the dragons and unicorns. Yes, they're here, but they choose to hide themselves with the darkness only their creator can conjure.

Cowards.

When I call that out a flash of white sprints through the black and I feel something warm at the core of my very being. But when I try to name it­–hope, friends, heartache, love…–the white is gone.

Coward.

Singing does nothing here. I know this because I tried it and my words seemed to be sucked up by the darkness itself. It seems that the only one who is allowed to sing is she.

Not once has she laid eyes upon me.

Why?

That word is despised here, as if knowledge is not power, but weakness.

Perhaps it is…

Sometimes it is best that you don't know anything, for knowing is only revealing…like the light.

This musing gives me a headache and I can already feel cool fabric rapping itself around my eyes, under my hair, but this time the world does not become darker.

The light blinds me...

"Do not turn your head boy," commands a smooth voice. "We have decided that its time to give you our version of home. Let your eyes see."

Something inside me seemed to crack as I tuned my eyes towards the light and gazed upon a stormy grey sea.

"It isn't much, but it's better than the darkness. How far have you traveled on your path?"

I do not answer him right away; instead, I turn my eyes to where she sits. She is looking the other way, but turned just enough to let a sliver of skin poke out from her hood.

"I don't know," I answer truthfully. "But it seems to be getting narrower and I see flashes of white when I call certain words…"

"You talk to yourself?" asks the smooth voice.

"Yes."

"Very good! Now we know why you haven't gone insane."

I feel a small laugh bubble up in me and I reluctantly let it out. A pair of bright yellow eyes turned toward me in disbelief.

"When one can muster a laugh in such a dark situation, they are truly brave," a rough voice mutters. "Few have ever laughed in this place."

"Who are the others?"

I see the yellow dart over to where the girl sits and turn my own blindfolded eyes to her. She is drawing a picture in the sand and humming a forlorn tune.

"Why does she not look at me?" I whisper, my voice tainted with curiosity.

"You remind her…" The yellow eyes dart towards the outline of a man standing right in front of me.

"You remind her of a broken promise," the man hisses in his smooth tongue. "She forsakes the memory when she should welcome it."

"How far is she down her own path?"

"Ah, she is at its end," the man says, scoffing.

"Yes, she is, but she chooses not to open the door that leads to the final stretch for a good reason."

"How would you know?" whispers the standing man. "Not one word has she uttered in–"

"Not to you, no. You see, my friend, her trust is like a vase that has been dropped and taped together over a thousand times. She dares not lend it out for fear of losing a shard while taping it together again unless the person who wants it has agreed to help find the pieces," the rough voice says slowly. "She chooses not to open the door because she wishes to make the journey with a companion."

The standing man makes an erratic movement with his sword hand. "You wish to be her companion?" he accused in a deadly whisper.

Yellow eyes burn bright with ferocity. "No. I am doomed here for eternity; I have no path to follow!"

"Both of you shut up!"

All three of us turned in unison to see a figure with a hood pulled over its sandy blonde walking towards us. "They are back," he says simply and tosses one of his swords to me. "You will come with me, for you are…you."

"Though the rock, kid," the yellow eyed man commands. "You too, girl."

I watch as she slowly gets up and casually drags her foot over her drawings. Before we know it, she has disappeared into the rock and I am following.

"The king is awaiting our help," hisses the blonde. "He is awaiting you."

Now, two long hours later, I collapse in darkness once again. I forgot how much fighting wore me out…how much I loved it…how much I missed it…

"Take this."

I turn around and see the slim outline of a person in a black coat standing with their back to me. A single rock sits beside them and on it lays a shining silver necklace.

"Let it light your way to the end, for we will not see you very often now that the king has found you."

The voice moves me, its soft caressing words new to my ears. Kairi's words were never like that and neither were Selphie's. The memories seem to knock me down with their painful force.

"Don't remember anything; just look forward to what's coming."

And the figure's head moves to the side and its eyes open just enough to shine with a color that that world has never seen before: green-gold. And then, as quickly as it came it left and a new figure was walking towards me.

"Riku, don't let the light leave: treasure it. Now, pick up the necklace, put it on, and let yourself remember your light: your friends."

I do as the voice tells me and walk over to where the necklace lays. It's a simple silver chain with a small, silver, heart-shaped locket. I go to open it, but am stopped by the voice.

"Remember, for then you will know if they are safe."

I closed my eyes and opened them to see my friends standing on a beach, their backs to me. Only once did someone turn around and it was Sora.

I felt as if he was staring straight at me.

I closed my eyes once again and was content to feel my burning worry lessen.

"Follow me down the path and to the door; she awaits us."

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