A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

56. Frozen

A Hundred of Her Memories

56 – Frozen

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Her feet froze first. It looked like crystal, felt like a roaring fire and froze like a snowstorm.

It slowly crept up her body, leaving a trail of numbness.

When the last of Xion's strength was pulled from her lungs, she put a smile on her face… to show she was at peace.

Bits of light flew into the sky; memories returning to Sora. Eventually, her whole body dissipated, save for a single seashell.

Xion, the memory puppet – Number XIV of Organization XIII had ceased to exist.

In the realm she was formerly of, that is. She'd gone to a different place…

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She didn't go to heaven or hell anything. It's more like a place where she's waiting to be brought back, kind of like the awakening place in my mind.