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Dancer
Naminé kept having the same dream, over and over. It would never come to her two nights in a row, but a few times a month she'd be brought back to the same dream.
Of her, a tiny child, standing by a mighty castle. Holding flowers as a warrior fought away the monsters that were trying to hurt Naminé.
She moved so gracefully – like water flowing through a river. It looked almost as if she danced with the monsters; danced a dance that showed all of the fierceness and savagery of a mother protecting her children.
Whenever she woke up, it felt like she was coming out of a vivid memory. With the memories of her old home gone, she decided that it was just a strange dream and nothing more.
She never did ask Sora or Riku about a blue-haired warrior who carried a giant key.