I'm making this T for safety :\
Ketsume: Purplish does not own Kingdom Hearts or KH characters, but she does own her OCs and this story line. Don't steal or you'll lose a few fingers or worse -glare-
The small boy watched from the trees, hidden by the darkness of the night, as the small village burned, the bright flames illuminated the night. People screamed as huts collapsed and there were sounds of swords slashing. He looked on, frightened at what was happening to his home. He also felt anger welling up inside of him. More screams and hoarse, bitter laughter floated past him, pulling him towards the inferno.
He walked, gradually speeding up until he was running as fast as he could towards the village. Running past the burning obstacles and leaping over fallen beams, he ran towards his hut, ignoring the flames. He did not feel like himself, he could not figure out where this energy came from.
He ran until he could see where the fighting was. A tall man was fighting off a large hulking figure covered in black from a woman and small girl who was hiding behind her, no sign of fear of the fire was evident in his face. The boy stopped running towards them, seeing that there were more hulking figures around the 3 people. Two were closing in from behind the woman and child.
Seeing this, the boy's fear returned to him. He called out to them
"Mother, Reina!"
He was too late, with a cry, they both crumpled to the ground.
The man that was fighting turned around, fear evident in his face now. Taking the opportunity, the hulking figure raised its sword high and brought it down on the man, missing his head, but not his neck. The man fell.
The boy didn't know what happened next, all he knew now was the seething hatred he felt and the cooling body his father's killer at his feet.
The room was silent. I opened my eyes after laying awake for an hour, waiting for the fuzziness in my head to become clearer. Opening my eyes didn't make much of a difference, there was a cloth over my eyes that fully blocked out my vision. I tried moving my arms to remove it, but they didn't seem to respond. I tried again, this time only receiving the pain of sore muscles. Severely sore muscles. It didn't make sense, but I accepted it. I tried moving my legs, they didn't hurt too badly.
I tried to sit up, but I felt too weak to lift myself more than three inches off of the pillow that I was resting on. After my first attempt, I didn't want to get up anyway. My neck and head felt as bad as my arms. I stayed still after that. There was no point in getting up anyway.
I sighed, closing my covered eyes, ready to go back to sleep again.
"You gave up already?" a masculine voice said almost scoffingly from a far part of the room. I think it was near where the door was.
I cringed suddenly, surprised. I had assumed that no one was in the room. The sound of owner of the voice's shoes or boots, I couldn't tell, came closer. The voice spoke again.
"You shouldn't be hurt that bad... you were already walking when we found you."
Found me? "Who are you?"
"Aren't you going to try to get up?"
"Why are my eyes covered?" I didn't feel like explaining myself to whoever he was.
"You should ask Aerieth that, I don't have a clue." I could even hear him shrugging.
"Who are you?" I attempted again.
"I should ask the same question."
I was starting to lose my patience, but before I could say anything, the question struck me. Who am I?
I heard the voice walk away, and a door open and shut quietly. He had left without waiting for an answer. I really didn't like people like that...
I sighed again and relaxed, not bothering to close my eyes again. Sleep was far from my mind.
Who am I? How did I get here? Where am I? I could only think of those questions as I unknowingly fell asleep again, the fear of the unknown looming over me.
R&R!!
