upon the rock a girl lay, twisting inside screaming for life inside herself but out side she lay like a shell, no one knew what was inside her. she lay on the ruins of mytholony, once a powerful place then fell and became weak all thats left was a few villages and the ruins of the once mighty kingdom. only she went there, for only she felt she belonged every one forgot about the old ruins, not important, they would call it, just a forbidden waste land, her mistress would say. the girl struggled all her life to impress the mistress but she was never impressed and this, the ruins and scattered lives of others comforted her, and the heartless watched from the forest scared to step upon her. mytholony is a place of legends and myths, wonderful and gorgeous women, handsome men, and creatures unimaginable, so no suprise the heartless would be there they were nothing but nightmares, but they did not attack unless you entered the corner where they could pounce on you like a cat on a mouse.
they scampered around some inside beaten huts on the outskirts, watching her. waiting. she lay there as if she was unconcious looking toward the stars "will they do so" the girl mumbled "would lord riku, lord sora, and the two other lords ever defeat the nightmares that linger?" she said to the stars and one twinkled yet no answer.
the girl sat up golden hair filled the wind as it tousseled and played with every strand and saphire eyes stared at the heartless as the pale skin glowed unusually against the moon. this girl was an ugly duckling, diffrent, she was not accepted as gorgeous. she was an outcast. women here had chocolate brown or raven black hair, not golden blonde. there eyes glimmered emerald, not a saphire blue, there skin tanned and golden, not pale and glowing. she was the ugly duckling, picked on pulled and pushed, kicked and punched. forever. her parents were lost to her at four because the heartless had gone mad that day and her friends the other year because ansem and betrayed her. she was lost, crying rivers of tears. heart borken. broken and never to be healed again. "what tis the point of protecting your heart when it would only collapse and become broken again?" she would say. she was denied a marriage, she was glad, she was denied freindship, and she was happy. her heart could bare no more pain, and yet the worst had not yet come...
her name you ask? her name is grace leanna namzio... and her destiny was sealed only in the
bonds of blood and her heart would never heal again.
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Standing outside of the destroyed home at Hollow Bastion, a young woman stood while her eyes appeared empty to the world. Her hand clasped tightly to her heart as she appeared to be in pain. She always asked herself why did she come back, why did she tend to hid in the past. She kneeled down on the ground and started to let out tears that she wouldn't allow show to anyone.
"You finally came back..." A soft voice whispered quietly as she turned to face the woman as she replied, "No matter what... I can't forgot... I can't forgot who I am..."
Rogue strands of ivory white swayed in the cold wind as she heard the woman's remark, "Even if it will destroy you... you know of your family line." The young woman shook her head in defiance as she replied calmly, "I will not let myself fall into the darkness... even though my heart is weak, my friends are the ones that keep me going." The woman smiled at her as she replied, "Then don't you think you should tell them who you are to the Organization?" The young one just shook her head and remarked quietly, "I'm not like them and this is my fate." When she thought it was hopeless, her friends pick her up and kept her going... when she wanted to give up, they kept her thriving...
Her name you may ask? Her true name is Sarxene Narxe, but she goes by Sari... as her destiny is tied with the bonds of blood while her heart will learn to be able to walk on her own two feet...