~Storytelling~

To Terra, the whole 'sitting around a campfire and telling stories' thing seemed a little childish, but in this town he was a guest, so who was he to judge?

After dinner, which was the pizza Terra and Aqua brought, everyone went to get ready. The younger girls left in a frenzy, tumbling one over another to get to the same room.

"Is that normal?" Terra asked Aqua, who was the one cleaning up.

She looked at him, then smiled. "Yes, it is. The girls are excited to see their friends. They can stay and talk to their heart's content. It's like a vacation."

"Do you have any preferences of how tonight should go?" He asked.

"Not really. As long as the kids are happy, I'll be fine."

"I see." Terra stated. All of his life, he had traveled the world, and he had never seen such a humble woman. All the women he met, even the poor ones, had an air of superiority around them; Aqua didn't. She was a simple girl who was happy if her friends were happy.

It was something inspiring and it filled his heart with reason and joy.

"Girls! Get going before it gets too dark!" Aerith warned.

Namine, Xion and Olette arrived in a single file, all wearing sleaveless dresses that reached their knees. They were identical, save for a few details (Olette was wearing some orange sneakers, Namine had a scarf on, and Xion was wearing a coat). They looked at Aqua and Terra expectantly.

"You aren't ready." Olette stated blankly.

In the rush of their conversation, they had forgotten they had to change too.

"Heh, my bad." Aqua confessed. "You girls go ahead; we'll catch up."

The girls hesitated, but finally walked through the main doors. Aqua and Terra went to their rooms, and got dressed. Aqua wore a similar dress to the one the girls had, only she wore a coat that seemed a little expensive; the last memory of her mother.

Terra came out wearing some black clothes and a brown coat. It didn't look too formal, but not too casual. He looked for Aqua, who he would be a sitting duck without.

"I'm at the front door!"

Now together, they walked into the dark night towards the warm, light glow that came from farther away.

~0~

The campfire was nothing like Terra expected.

First, he expected todlers and their mothers, not teenagers and some adults. He saw Sora, Namine, Xion, Riku, Roxas, Kairi, Vanitas, Olette, Demyx, and Axel sitting around the campfire, singing and laughing. Jenova was the only adult there, smiling to herself.

"Oi, Aqua and Terra are here!" Demyx said with a cheer.

Everyone looked at them and expanded the circle so Aqua and Terra could sit. "Now that everyone's here, I can begin, correct?" Jenova asked.

Terra whispered in Sora's ear, who was right next to him. "I thought she didn't talk much."

"She doesn't." Sora answers, "It's like she's a whole different person on storytelling night."

He nods and whispers in Aqua's ear. "Where's the girl with the silver hair?"

She stares at him, the flames dancing off her eyes. "Fuu? She's probably with Ven."

Ven, Terra thought. What happened to him, anyway?

"I'll tell you later." Aqua said, as if reading his mind.

"Right." Terra nodded, and Jenova began her story.

In a pristine, magical kingdom, there was once a boy who could make dreams. The boy woved dreams out of a very special yarn, a yarn made out of people's sorrows and fears. He used those negative thoughts, and through hard days of work, he changed them completely. The boy worked franticly; there were too many bad thoughts. Everytime he made a dream, it seemed to be of low value and that it could break at any moment. He decided on teaching people how to weave dreams. That way, mankind would always be able to make their own dreams, even out of the hardest situations. To this day, we use our negative thoughts as the yarn needed to sow the edges of our dreams.

Terra was awed by how amazing that story was. It spoke to him, it really did.

So when the villagers cheered, so did he. Even Vanitas cheered a bit.

Soon, everyone packed everything and said goodbye. On the way back, Terra and the girls bumped into Fuu, who's eyes where red-rimmed, a sign of spilled tears.

"Sorry," she said, and she walked by to her home.

As Terra layed on his bed, he formed one clear thought.

I can't wait for the next storytelling!

~0~

Another filler. No romance, yet. ;)

But the next chapter we'll find out what happened to Ven! :)

~OmegaStarShooter14~