Dolls
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Namine sat at her table folding a piece of paper. Roxas walked in for his visit of the day.
"Hi Namine, what are you doing today?" Roxas politely asked as he sat on the opposite end of the table.
"I'm making dolls," she replied in a soft voice. Roxas noticed she had a pile of colored paper next to her.
"Did you just start?" Roxas asked. He grabbed her sketchbook and looked through her most recent drawings.
"No, this is my 9th one so far," she said as she glued a piece of paper to what looked to be a head. "There," she pointed to a pile of more dolls "are the rest."
"Okay," Roxas got up to look at what she had already made.
The first one he picked up looked like Axel with a very sad face. In the doll's hand was a sea-salt ice cream. The second one was of Marluxia. His arms were up in the air; as if to say that he gave up. The third was Demyx. He had his sitar in playing position, and a smirk on his face. The forth was Namine herself. It was the tiniest of all and it looked all-beat up. The fifth was a Dusk. The sixth was Vexen with a vile in his hand. The seventh was Xemnas in a strange outfit; it had white swirls all over it.
"Roxas, it's time for us to go to the meeting," Axel popped his head into the room.
"Okay," Roxas put the dolls down and followed Axel.
Roxas never saw the last doll. But I will tell you what it was. The last doll was Roxas with his Keyblades. The only thing wrong was, he was in his Twilight Town clothes.
This story was just after Roxas joined the Organization. The dolls told the future of what would happen. Namine knew all along…
