At first the figure does not move. It remains silent and still.

"Who's there," I repeat in desperation.

I press my back against the railing.

The figure steps again. The light barely illuminates the right pants leg. It is blue and long. The bottom tumbles unto the shoe and flows to the ground behind the heal. The shoe's soles are black, while the shoe itself is mostly white with black, yellow, and red accents.

I take a deep breath as the bar presses into my back painfully, and causes me to bend backward just a bit.

"Roxanne, don't you remember me," said the figures voice.

It was soft, and filled with sadness. The voice was familiar but I could not make a single connection. The faces of those I know ran through my head. I tried to match them up with a voice. Picture after picture zoomed by.

Before I knew it. Whoever it was had moved into the light, and was staring at me intensely.

"Roxanne," the figure asked with eyes full of sorrow.

I tried. It was the silver haired boy. His green eyes were narrowed in on me, and his sorrow seeped through my thoughts. He had on long blue pants held up by a black belt. He had on a black zipped up shirt and over it was a mostly white vest with yellow lining, and a blue horizontal stripe followed by a large yellow horizontal stripe.

"No, I am sorry. I really do not. Where are you from," I asked.

The boy did not respond he just stepped closer, and reached out his hand to me. The gesture made me jump, and I began to lose my balance.

The stranger grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward into him. For a second I considered pulling back, but as he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face not my hair I found myself unable. Instead, my arms wrapped around him, and I closed my eyes. He was so incredibly warm and comfortable. I practically melted.

Eventually he let go, and stared at me. I could tell there was something he wanted to say, or something he wanted to do, but he could not bring himself to.

As we stood staring at one another, I pinched myself a couple of times just to make sure it was not a dream.

"So you don't remember me at all," he said.

"I can't tell. You seem so familiar, but I can't think of your name or face in any of my memories. When did I meet you," I asked.

"I first met you when you were six, and you left me when you were eight," he replied.

His eyes were full of hope.

"Well that explains it," I said. "I don't have any memories of that point in my life."

I chuckled to myself until I caught the look in his eyes.

"Don't be said. Hey I know let's get some hot chocolate and you can tell me all about it okay?"

"Are you sure you'll believe me? I don't want to tell you everything and have you think I am crazy."

"Look, my instincts say to trust you, and they've never steered me wrong before. Come on; let's go get some hot chocolate and talk."

Even though I knew better, some part of me told me that I knew him, and that he would never hurt me.

I could never explain what exactly drew me to him, but we were up until five in the morning discussing those two years. I asked question after question. He never got annoyed with me and seemed content just to sit near me. I began to wonder if he was the one form my dream or not. I course could not confirm this any other way, except that somehow I all fit. After a while, I got him to tell me about himself. He told me his name and where he had came form. In fact, he told me everything. I was not really expecting it, but he kept going, and I kept asking.

"So what was the island like?"

"I don't know if it's the same anymore. I haven't been back in a while, but it had two sides, a dock, this beautiful waterfall that was next to a secret cave shrouded in tree roots, and it had a tree house, a porch thing that was up a ladder. And then there is this small island connected to the larger island by a bridge that we spent a lot of time together on," he said leaning back in his chair eyes glowing with happiness.

The smile on his face made my heart melt like butter. I was so comfortable around him, and had no idea why. The feeling made me smile.

"Don't ever stop that," he said suddenly looking at me.

"Stop what," I asked, my face twisted up in confusion.

"Smiling. Your smile is beautiful. I told you that back on destiny islands. It's a shame you don't remember. It made you so happy," he said trailing off and leaning back again.

I blushed. I had guys fawn over me all the time at home, but that was because I was the princess. Though not even one of them had called me beautiful. As far as I was concerned, I was rather plain looking. There really was not anything extraordinary about me. I had average height, average curves, average face, average everything.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed by the truth like that," he said leaning forward again.

"I'm sorry; it's just that no one has ever said that to me before."

"Really. No one? Are you sure?"

"Well, I guess f you story is true, and I am the one you speak of then I guess you have."

"No one else," he said raising an eyebrow. "Huh."

As I watched him think, something came to my mind.

"Riku, was there something you gave me, before I went home?"

"Yeah a necklace that I made for you. Why?"

"Well when I woke up I was really angry at Crystal, and I knew she took something from me. Maybe that was it. So who came ad got me?"

"The two head guardians, Crystal, and Lilly."

"No. That can't be right. Are you sure?"

"Positive. They look just like they did that day."

I was shocked.

No. He has to be lying.

"You're a liar! I can't believe I trusted you," I yelled slamming my chair into the table.

My hot cocoa cascaded to the tile floor as I stomped towards the door leading inside.

Suddenly there was a hand on my wrist. Then on my shoulder.

"Stop, please. I would never lie to you. I can't lie to you Roxanne. If you still won't believe me at least go, ask them. Please," he begged.

His eyes locked on to mine. I couldn't look away, nor could I say no.

"Okay, I'll ask them," I said letting my head hang.

"Thank you," he said smiling.

"ARGH! I can't stand this any longer. Roxanne he's telling the truth!"

I swung around to see who was speaking. It was Alex.

"What," I said in confusion.

"Lilly and Crystal took your necklace and your memories. It was all because Riku wasn't a prince, and at the time they were still convinced you still had to marry a prince," Alex blurted out.

"Quit messing with me," I sad praying that it was all a horrible joke.

"I'm not. Look, we all wanted to tell you but they said no. And now that they've changed, they kept saying they would, but obviously, that isn't the case. Rosaline has the necklace. Zephyra saved it and had Rosaline keep it for you once she joined us."

"No. I don't... Why," I said as my legs gave way and crashed to the floor.

Riku put his arms around my shoulders and tried to comfort me.

"It'll be ok Roxanne. I'm sure they can restore your memories."

How could they? I trusted them. My parents trusted them… I thought as I cried into my hands.

Alex tried to help Riku comfort me.

Soon my sobs had attracted even more attention. Marabelle, Daina, and Leilah joined my side. They seemed to already know.

My sobs turned to anger. I stood up shoving everyone away. I wasn't angry at them. I knew as well as they did tat Lilly, and Crystal had the power to shut them up.

I threw open the doors causing them to crash into the walls and waking up several other occupants. Then I stormed down the hall. Al my magic was going arr. It was blowing up bulbs, lighting the walls on fire, vines were growing everywhere, rain fell from the ceiling as random gusts of are knocked open doors. By the time I got to Lilly, and Crystals room, they were waiting for me.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME," I screamed, waking up the few remaining sleepers.

Tears streamed down my face like a downpour. The more I cried the more it rained. My cheeks were red and raw from the salty raindrops, and my eyes were red with spidery veins. My nose as runny giving the sniffles.

"HOW COULD YOU?"

"It was for…," crystal started.

"LYING TO ME FOR NINE YEARS WAS FOR MY OWN GOOD? STRIPPING AWAY PRECIOUS MEMORIES WAS FOR MY OWN GOOD? TAKING ME AWAY FROM THE ONE IWAS DRAWN TO WAS FOR MY OWN GOOD!?"

I held out my hand and summoned my keyblade.

Lilly and Crystal backed away terrified.

I turned and sliced straight though the wall.

"MY PARENTS TRUSTED YOU! I TRUSTED YOU! YOU'VE BETRAYED ME!"

"Roxanne. I…"

"SHUT UP! You had your chance, and now you've lost it. Deal with the consequences. I hereby decree that you, Lilly, and you, Crystal…"

"Roxanne, no," cried several voices.

"Why not," asked turning to my other guardians.

"Roxanne, you can't. It's wrong and you know it. They were just trying to do what was best for you."

My anger still raged on. I wanted them punished. I wanted them to know how horrible it was to be missing part of your life.