Hi there!
This is my first story on FanFiction... and I'm not even sure whether I will be continuing it or not. I wrote this a while ago, but I'm posting it to get ideas. I will most likely write a few extra chapters as well, but I'd really like reviews on if you think it's good enough! Thank you so very very much! ;)
Lots of love from
Nai x
A gentle breeze brushed over the cloaked lump on the forest floor, ruffling the material slightly but leaving the thing itself undisturbed. The leaves above rustled noisily as the wind rattled their branches, waking them from their stiff sleep. The wood was already quietly alive with the sounds of animals - birds calling softly, squirrels scurrying up and down tree trunks, rabbits cautiously leaving their burrows in the undergrowth. It was a relaxing soundtrack for a previously unconscious body to wake up to.
The cloak stirred and suddenly lifted, before gravity exerted its force and the cloth fell down to the figure's lap.
The pastel peach irises disappeared briefly as the girl blinked, rubbing her eyelids tiredly and brushing her unusual stark white hair from her face. She paused as she finished, taking a few moments to let her surroundings sink in, before she pushed herself to her feet.
The cloak that appeared to be covering her was not actually a cloak at all, but a rich brown cape that hung down her bare back, secured to the large bronze shoulder guard that sat proudly on her left shoulder. She wore little more than a cropped dark brown leather bralet on her torso, accompanied by a pair of frayed light denim shorts and knee-high brown leather boots paired with grey thigh-high socks. Her hair was cut with a box fringe; the rest of her colourless locks fell in large messy curls to her derrière.
What really stood out, though, was the large bronze scabbard that hung on her hip, adorned with beautiful embroidery of light blue forget-me-nots the whole length.
Where... am I? She thought hazily, her brain slow to process the situation she was in. She noticed, however, that she was situated next to an intimidating grey concrete wall - a wall that held a rather large hole in the bottom, big enough for a person to climb through.
Deciding to explore the strange area, she made her way over and slipped through the hole, ending up straight in the centre of a small town. A tram ambled past her, rattling along the differently paved path it was fixed to following. Other than that, the town was quiet - very few people were gathered at the small number of shops, from what she could see, and most of them were grown adults buying groceries and other helpful items. It was a relatively slow-moving place, almost as if the buildings themselves were tired of watching their inhabitants live day after day after day, rarely seeing any excitement. In fact, it didn't even look like there was anyone under the age of thirty in the plaza.
However, soon after thinking that, she located a young triplet of people sitting atop a pile of boxes in the corner of the common, and made her way over to them before her conscience was fully functional.
"Excuse me..." she began, pausing for the teenagers to stop their conversation. "Could you tell me the name of this town please?"
A small brunette with striking green eyes caught her glance and smiled warily. "You're in Twilight Town, on Tram Common..."
"Oh," she replied, forgetting to mask the uncertain disappointment in her voice. "I don't remember a 'Twilight Town'. But, um, thank you."
The boy sitting on the tallest box stopped eating his neon blue popsicle to give the girl a suspicious look. "You don't look like you're from around here. What's your name then?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm-" The girl went to answer, but she fell short; the words froze in her throat and she was unable to speak. What was her name? Why was it so out of her grasp? "I... I... I'd be lying if I said I could remember," she stuttered eventually, taken aback at the discovery. "But... Just call me Ghost," Ghost finished, picking a name from her subconscious.
"Huh. Ghost," the blonde boy repeated, trying it out on his tongue. "Nice choice. I'm Hayner."
"Olette," the brunette spoke up with a friendly smile.
There was a flash of light from the side, and the newly named Ghost turned to find herself looking into the dark lens of a camera before it was replaced by a cheerful face. "And I'm Pence," the boy grinned, his hair held with a sweatband so it splayed out on top of his head.
"Nice to meet you," Ghost smiled gently, as the cogs in her mind finally began to slowly turn once more.
"So, what brings you to Twilight Town when you don't even know the name?" Hayner asked, finishing the last bit of ice cream clinging to the stick.
"Ah, well, I er... Just woke up in the woods a few minutes ago..." she trailed off, looking away as she nervously scratched her head, grinning. "Come to think of it, I don't remember anything before that. It just... Stops."
"Seriously?" Pence asked, his camera poised to snap a photograph at any given moment.
She nodded once, her left hand curling cautiously and absent mindedly around the simple steel hilt of her sword. The three teenagers followed her arm as it moved, their eyes widening as the realised what she wore on her hip.
"A sword..." Hayner paused, as if he was going to finish his sentence, but made no move to do so.
Ghost smiled understandingly at him and drew the blade, holding it on her palms so they could see. The sun glinted on the well polished metal; the reflections of the teens could clearly be seen. It was a long, thin blade that tapered to a diagonal slanting point, with hairs breadth veins of a strange black material depicting flowers that matched those on the scabbard.
"Pretty cool," he said, smirking. "But do you have the skills?" He slid off the box he sat on and pulled out two electric blue clubs seemingly from nowhere. They had violent yellow hilts and seemed like they were made from some kind of plastic foam – either way, they were quite squashy and probably wouldn't cause any serious injury unless the wielder had murderous intent.
Olette looked at him, ready to chide him for saying something so ridiculous, but Ghost carefully sheathed the sword and took the club from his hands, taking a good few steps back before crouching in a ready position. "You're on."
Hayner smirked and got ready himself, as Olette sighed; mumbling something about idiots.
Pence grinned and readied his camera. "Alright, on the count of three! First one to disarm the opponent wins!" He smirked, holding up his hand with three fingers showing.
"1!" One finger dropped.
"2!" The next followed.
"3!" His hand went quickly to his camera, snapping a photograph as the opponents jumped towards each other.
Ghost smiled and ducked as Hayner went to make the first attack, going for his legs to trip him over. He stopped himself quickly and the club flew in front of his shins, missing by an inch as he brought his own club down on her head. She quickly blocked and flipped herself onto one hand, locking her knee as she swung her leg down fiercely.
Hayner fell back and the kick hit the floor, the white-haired swordswoman using the momentum to push forward and attack in a series of flurrying blows. Dull thudssignalled each time he blocked; quiet grunts each time she hit.
Eventually, though, her swing was just a little too fast for him – and the club flew straight past his guard into the side of his head, smashing him in the cheek.
"Crap!"
Ghost pulled back quickly, her face shocked. "Oh, fuck, sorry!" She swore quickly – before her hand shot up to cover her mouth, blushing at her language. "Ah, um, sorry…!"
Hayner blinked, shaking his head in a daze. "Damn, what have you been doing?" He chuckled. "That swing probably had enough force to knock someone's head off!"
She grinned, her face flushing in embarrassment. "I…I guess I don't know my own strengths," she replied, punctuating her sentence with a nervous laugh.
"Got that right," he mumbled, rubbing his face gently.
Olette rolled her eyes in good nature, smiling at the slightly bewildered teenage knight. "So, where do plan on going from here? We can take you to Central Station, if you want. You can get a train from there."
Ghost sighed as Hayner took the bat back from her, stowing them both away – where, she had no idea. It was like magic, the way he pulled them from thin air. "Yeah… that would probably help," she said, returning the smile gratefully, thanking all higher powers imaginable that she'd been presented with the opportunity to meet such nice people. "Thank you."
Their feet clacked, tapped and thudded in their respective footwear against the regular lines of stone paving as they approached the huge train station. Ghost couldn't help as her eyes raked the intimidating clock tower that sat above the station bearing the name of the town. It was just too extravagant for a place so out-of-the-way.
"You like?" Pence smirked, his camera flashing at her amazed expression.
She didn't answer, but nudged him with a sharp and well trained elbow. He winced outside of her vision, rubbing the spot on his stomach better.
"So, this is the station," Olette began, her smile looking rather forced. "It's a shame we have to part so soon, though. You seem like a good person…"
Ghost giggled to herself, surprising the others by giving her a small hug. "Don't worry. I couldn't possibly forget you guys – you're my first memory, after all; no matter how short the memory might be."
Olette laughed, nodding, while the boys simply shook their heads at the sappiness. "So, do you have enough money for the train?" She asked.
Ghost paused.
The brunette rolled her eyes and handed her some money, rolling her eyes. "You owe me when we next meet. I don't know why I'm being so gracious to a complete stranger."
"You have no idea how much I appreciate the help… thank you, again, a thousand times over."
Hayner shook his head. "Just go, already! You'll miss your train!" He said, giving her a small push towards the large glass doors.
She nodded, laughing, and began to walk through the large glass doors of the station. "See you next time! Thank you so very very much!"
"Hurry up and leave!"