Chapter 1: Dreams of the Lost
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Chapter 1:
Dreams of the Lost
"Every darkness has its light...
...Every light has its darkness...
...Yet we coexist...
...and even carry something of the other with us...
...And though, right now were far apart,
soon well be together again...
...Because one day, I'll find my lighter half,
...my sister...
...Kairi..."
The words run through my head over and over, as I drift through what seems to be memories of another.
There are two of us. Two little girls who can't be more different. One liking flowers, pink and other girlish things, the other an adventure-loving tom-boy. Together, quite a troublesome pair.
The two young girls are in a castle, more specifically an enormous library, complete with strange doors disguised as bookshelves, two sets of double doors on opposite sides of the room, golden-colored stairs next to one set with a small cherry wood table under the set of stairs for studying.
As the five year olds run around, probably playing tag, they knock down many books; they either didn't know or didn't care.
Hearing the clatter of the books to the marble flooring, an elder lady, I somehow know as Nana, comes gracefully gliding down the stairs to discipline the trouble makers.
This seems to happen a lot.
When the trouble twins realize that Nana has entered the disaster area, they attempt to speedily clean, but to no avail.
Nana simply smiles a benevolent yet fearsome smile, strange but effective. That simple facial expression has the girls cleaning even faster then they thought possible.
Darkness begins taking over the image. Just as soon as it fades another appears.
It is the same place but it is under attacked by dark abnormal creatures.
The two girls are being led by Nana. They enter a very simple gray and black room with one wooden bed dressed in gray, a door to a closet and no windows.
Nana locks the door behind them and gives orders on what they need to do. "Girls, I want you to go through the closet door when I leave. In there are two necklaces, that can help you. I can't tell you how, you'll have to figure it out on your own, I'm afraid.
"Always stay together. If you work as a team you'll have a greater chance." She turns to the tomboy, "------, fight for you and your sister and keep her from the darkness." Then she turns to the one dressed in white and pink, "And you make sure your sister avoids any unnecessary fighting." Nana smiled softly.
"Nana, why do you sound so cheesy?" the tomboys lips move but no sound comes out yet I know the words somehow.
"Don't say that! This isn't the time for jokes!" The other twin commands almost in tears.
The door started to loudly vibrate from the intruders. "Go on, after you put the necklaces on go through the passage way and leave as fast as you can." Nana is so calm, almost like it was any other day.
The children nod their heads and go through the door. As they shut the wooden closet door, the door Nana stands by bursts open from the pressure of the creatures.
The white and pink dressed twin tries to run and help the elderly woman as she is consumed by the creatures of darkness, only to be jerked back by her sister. The tomboy shuts and locks the door immediately after snatching her sister from harms way, while trying to keep her sanity for her sister's sake. The tomboy knows it won't do them any good if she starts crying too.
Without wasting any time, the tomboy runs over to a beat up cabinet and retrieves the set of necklaces.
The first one is a pink tear drop shaped stone on a dainty black string. It is very smooth and shaped perfectly.
The other is a rough, seemingly uncut amethyst with a black string like the first. Though it is an unusually dark stone of its type it still has a shine to it.
The tomboy goes over to her sister, trying to get her to calm down by handing her the pink necklace that is obviously meant for her.
"Come on, we need to go." Again, I can only hear the words and not the voice, as she helps the now slightly calmer girl off the cold hard marble flooring.
The picture fades again and when the next comes they are in what seems like ruins. They are running, the tomboy dragging her sister by the wrist chased by the darkness as it consumes everything in its path.
Unfortunately, they aren't fast enough. The pink wearing girl is snatched and slowly dragged into the black ooze. "NO! KAIRI! NO!" Only the words in my mind like the other times.
Despite the attempts of pulling on her sisters arm, she is still pulled farther into the darkness.
The tomboy's small hands slip from her sisters arm and at the same time loses her balance, hitting her head on a gray bolder behind her.
Everything goes dark as a soft voice whispered something.
"Elli? Elli, wake up."
My eyes flutter open wanting to reject the bright light and go back to sleep. That is until I see my best friend, Jessica or Jessi-chan for short, sitting next to my bed staring at me like a T.V.
"AAAAHHHHH!" I shoot up, straightening my back.
"So, ya had another dream about her, huh?" Jessi-chan asks tilting her head.
Time to play the "pretend-I'm-not-having-weird-dreams" game, a favorite at our house. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I say walking over to the dresser in order to clip up my dark reddish-purple hair.
"Aw, come on! Y'know, Kairi? The Kingdom Hearts character?" She loves hearing the stories from my dreams, when I'm willing to tell. Why? I have no idea; personally I think they are annoying.
"And what makes you so sure it was a dream about Kairi?" I ask as we walk into the kitchen for breakfast. To tell the truth, I think I know the answer. I talk in my sleep when I have dreams of Hollow Bastion.
"Well, maybe that you were mumbling 'Kairi! No!' in your sleep." Yay! I win a prize!
I pick up an organic red and yellow spotted Fuji apple and poured a glass of chocolate soy milk. I usually eat only a small healthy breakfast.
Jessi-chan is the complete opposite. She fixes herself some sugary sweet Resse Puffs. Though the box still has a lot left in it, by the time she's done it will be empty.
We sit across from each other eating until Jessi-chan decides to persist with the earlier conversation. "So, what was it about this time? Musta been something bad; you were tossing around a lot."
"Can't we talk about this later? I really don't feel like talking about it." Jessi-chan knows it's not a good idea to push it whenever I tell her that. When I have one of those dreams I usually won't discuss it with anyone for a while, not even her.
I put my cup in the black and silver dishwasher next to the metal sink and the remnants of the apple in the trash compactor on the other side of the sink. A depressed sigh escapes my mouth as I head back to my room to get dressed and leave for my daily dose of torture: School.
