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OOC: <-- i dont know what that stand for but i believe im spose to put it here... erk...im sorry... i know this post is going to be REALLY long... but i wanted to tell the story and it was hard to leave out some details... but trust me, its half the size it used to be... and i wanted to tell my story! :D this (i confess) is actually part of the fanfic i am currently writing... so PLEASE don't take ANYTHING from it! (not that you would... but... yeah... don't) and as far as rexyggor's posts being long, it's fine with me ^^ the longer the better to me... but thats just me... and i too am aspiring to be a writer! YAY *cheers for writers*

She ran through the basement and up the stairs, scrap book in hand. She darted into her room, flipping rapidly through the pages. No…NO. An old picture revealing three teenagers. A girl, reddish hair, cute smile. A boy, taller, older, silver hair. A boy, younger than the previous, unnaturally spiky hair. And in his hand, the keyblade.
“No!” she shouted as she tossed the book across the room! “You’re lying! It’s a dream! A stupid dream!”
“Sweetie,” Her mother entered unannounced, “is something wrong? Did I hear you shout?”
“Uhm… yes… ‘Stupid ice cream!’” she said, trying to mock herself, “I prefer strawberry…”
“Oh, do you?” Her mother said, shocked, “I’ll have to remember that…” She laughed light-heartedly as she left the room.
I
It was now ten O’clock. She watched as the dark clouds outside the castle windows were growing more ominous with each passing moment. (I would like to point out that this is not Castle Oblivion.) She jumped up at the site of her father’s [and Balthier, the ruler of Dalmascus’s] arrival, and ran out the door to greet them.
“Get inside!” Vaan commanded.
“But—“
“NOW!”
“Father!” Silence fell upon the three. Vaan hadn’t been referred to as father in quite some time. The family had grown apart during the last few years. “I… I needed fresh air.”
“Listen to me,” Vaan said with a sparkle in his eye, “You are my only daughter and I must protect you. It’s very dangerous out here. Get inside.”
“Dangerous? I come out here every—“
“That will change from now on.” He said, sternly, “Things are happening. I need you to stay safe.”
“As if you care!” tears ran down her face. “You’ve been gone for over a year! It wouldn’t make the lightest difference to you if I died!”
“What’s gotten into you? It’s that boy, isn’t it? I told you not to hang around him! He’s nothing but bad news!”
She stomped backwards.
“Listen to me. Do you remember the creature I showed you? The picture? They’re back. They’re coming back, the heartless.” She was speechless, “now, I need you to go inside.”
She rushed inside, confused. She remembered. It’s what the keyblade fought off, the heartless. And they were coming back. It was bad enough her father was once friends with Sora… Now, the keyblade would return. She couldn’t let that happen.

It was midnight, and her father was somewhere deep within the castle, along with Balthier. They were planning something… she didn’t know what. She hastily looked around to make sure no one was watching her. Then she peered out the window. There it was. The gummi ship her father and Balthier had arrived in just sitting on the pavement. And there, on the mudroom counter, were the keys. Villagers were still outside; she assumed they were talking about the return of the heartless. If she left now… they would recognize her for sure.
She tiptoed down the crimson spiral staircase. Rushing over to the sink, she got out a small box she had hidden in a secret compartment. In a matter of minutes her long golden locks of hair were as black as the night. But it still wasn’t enough. She headed back the compartment and got out a stick of black eyeliner. When she looked in the mirror, she didn’t even recognize herself. And she liked it. She hated being constantly reminded of what everyone else wanted her to be. Now, she saw herself, as she wanted.
She thought now of her father. His words rattled her brain. “It’s that boy, isn’t it? I told you not to hang around him! He’s nothing but bad news!” HOW DARE HE?
Tears still dripping off her chin, she rushed to her closet. She pushed a button over on the side and all of the items in the closet re-arranged. They kept dancing as she pressed it several times, until she got to what she was looking for. She shoved aside an assortment of dresses, and there, on the end, she found it. A robe, hooded, zipper in front, just as she remembered. Her now dry face was buried in the black. She took a deep breath in, as the scent danced in her nose. The slightest smile graced her face. “Ien…”
Keys in hand, she gently removed the tiara from her head and placed it in the bag she had packed, and pulled the hood up ever her head. The robe was obviously too big, as it drug across the ground when she walked, but it made no difference to her. It was the same robe nonetheless.

She had set the gummi ship for The World That Never Was. Hyperspeed. She had never gotten anywhere so fast. Then again, she had never gotten anywhere at all. Finally, she was out of the Archadia! A mischievous smile danced from ear to ear as she made her way out of the ship.
“What the…?” Millions of heartless were at her ankles, “oh no…” She looked up. There it was. Just like in the pictures. Castle Oblivion. She pushed the Ants out of her way, clearing a path to the entrance. She shut the door tightly behind her.
“Hello?” All she heard was her own echo. “Is…anyone here?” Obviously, anyone in the castle was too far away to hear her. She wasn’t sure what to do… or why she was even in the castle… but she was there, alright. She wandered rather aimlessly through the castle, much like she often did at home. Every room looked almost exactly the same to her. White, and blank. Every once and a while she would see a flower on the floor, or a motif of one on the wall.
She finally came to a room that seemed different from the rest. She took a deep breath in. “Ien…”
“Sometimes we forget things, Carly.” No one had said her name in years.
“I know that voice…” she whispered under her breath, “I’d know it anywhere…“ She raised her voice lightly, “…Ien?” tears danced in her eyes.
“But forgotten memories… Aren’t gone forever.”
“I could NEVER forget you, Ien!”
“They’re just forgotten.” Silence filled the room.
“…Ien? Ienzo…? Don’t leave.” The tears failed to fade.
“Number Six is right.” She heard a voice.
“Number Six?”
“Zexion,” A blond-haired girl revealed herself, “Number Six in the organization.”
“I… I’ve seen you before… you… you’re Namine! You made my father that scrap book! You were friends with the key bearers!”
“Huh? Oh, the Book of Memories. Yes, I made that for our friends… Kairi and I—“
“Friends? … Why are you here? Are you part of this… organization?”
“Organization XIII. Yes, and no. Do you know what you’ve stumbled onto?”
“Castle,” she hesitated, “Oblivion.”
“Organization XIII… their headquarters. They’ve been waiting for you… the organization…”
“Me? Why”
“You can do great things.” The room fell silent once again.
“Stupid dream!”
“It’s not a dream. This is reality.”
She got up to touch the girl she knew to be Namine, but when she expected her hand to make contact, it simply went right through the girl. And she called this reality?
“Why are you here?” She asked stubbornly.
“I have to inform you. Zexion—“
“Who is this Zexion?”
“Number Six.”
“Ien? … Ienzo… Zexion… is this your special secret code or something?!”
Nomine put her head down and shook it softly, as if to show the young girl’s ignorance wasn’t easy to deal with.
“Right about what?”
“Forgotten memories…” Nomine failed to finish her thought, “Here, I drew you a picture.”
She extended her arm to grasp the picture. It was very well illustrated. And the tears that had just recently stopped rushed out once again.
“Ien… Holding a heart…”
“Your heart,” Nomine declared, “It’s not as bad as it seems, forgetting… I promise. After all, it’s what you always wanted, isn’t it?”
Her head started to spin and she became uneasy. Forget Ienzo? Never.
“Your heart…lies with Number Six now.” Namine finished.
She fell flat, back to the white, cold ground. Her head continued spinning and her vision was blurred.
“Forgotten memories aren’t gone forever,” She heard Ien’s voice again, “They’re just forgotten.”
“Why can’t I see you?” She whispered.
“I Told you not to come looking for me, Carly. I never wanted you to forget… to become… corrupt …like me.”
“I could never forget you!”
“But I guess it’s destiny. You’re… destined to memories corrupt…” His voice began to fade.
“Ien… Ien, don’t leave! Don’t go!”
“I’ll take good care of your heart.” His voice seemed even more distant, “I need you to remember, Carly, no matter what, you will always be somebody to me.”
“Ien!”
“Don’t worry,” Namine’s voice took over, “This will all be over soon… Xylarc.

OOC: as i said... it's REALLY long.. and im sorry... the most important part is like the castle oblivon part... it's prolly all you really have to read... im still sorry... DX im new at this and if im breaking any rules please let me know... ^^

NAME: Xylarc
GENDER: Female
NUMBER: Six
POWER: Time Manipulation
WEAPON: Gauntlets
TITLE NAME: The Alluring Mystery

ive never done this before... can i try? ^^' pwease? *puppy face*

well you seem like a really nice person ^^ and i'll be sure to tell dawn! im not exactly sure why ~RoadToDawn~ cant visit the forum... i think her parents think she's on it too much... and i think it would make more sense for them to cut back on the time dawn is allowed to use the computer instead of banning dawn altogether... but it's not my place to say. i am ashamed. lol. (so i laugh about it?) anyways, like i said feel free to PM me and i'll deliver ANY messages right to ~RoadToDawn~ ! ^^ peace! :D

oh... i see. ^^ thank you! but are you the same person the whole time? o.0

i LOVE that game!!! but im having trouble ToT well i would say if you think its completely worth starting over and it's something you WANT to do...then do it. or you could just fight more and get stronger. it's up to you. ...i should level up... hmmm.... *rushes over to PS2 frantically*

greetings! I, DestinedToMemoriesCorrupt (aka Destined) have a [rather dpressing] message from my dear friend ~RoadToDawn~ (aka dawn). Sadly, dawn is unable to visit the forum from now on. *holds back tears*(as im sure dawn is also doing miles away) i would like to inform you that she will still be reading the story, as i will be sending her the chapters. I might even have to read up. What's another reading addiction? =D dawn is very sorry, as am i, that she will no longer be able to chat with any of you. it's very depressing, being she's the one who introduced me to the site. if any of you have any message for her, feel free to simply PM me. ^^ and i will send to to her. (don't worry, i wont be nosy if you really wish i wouldnt be) again, she is very sorry for not being able to visit the forum, and i am very sorry for having to share such sad news.

PS i really like the title of this story...(i like the word shard...and dont know why...)

Im new too! XD make sure you read the rules, and of course follow them too. im sure you'll hear this many times. and a make sure to spam only in the spam section. and dont forget to have fun! ^^

like i said, im new (which in this case could also mean "stupid") how do i know exactly who to PM? how do i know who these admins are? DX (forgive my youthful ignorance)

I also like "I wanna fly" i am very indecisive... it may just kill me someday... 0.0 let's hope not! hmmm... here's another... that IS titled... but not finished ^^'

I’m Not Okay

Every time
I close my eyes
I’m holding a single tear
Near
Holding it close
Not letting go
Thinking these thoughts in side my mind
If everyone else was blind
Then I could cry
Let the tears fall free
If no one was watching me
They all expect I’m crushed
That I’m upset this happened in such a rush
But I’m not sure
Just how to feel
Is there any cure?
Is this even real?
I’m here with my head held high
Times like these I wonder
If it’s better just to die
Shove this aside
They all say
Nothing could make you feel so bad that way
And it’s okay
But they don’t know
No
It’s not okay
I’m not alright
Wondering what it would be like
If you were here to hold me tight
I just don’t know
Maybe I should have let my feelings grow
But I should have known
I was just a little girl seems like yesterday
Now everyone expects I’ve grown
I can handle this
I can’t let them down
I’ve got to make them proud
Forgetting about myself and who I am
Not remembering where I stand

tee hee! im happy to hear you like it ^^ I'm not so great with titles either... maybe... "Broken Flight" or something... hence broken wings. i have no idea -_-'

well that would make a good title actually.... ^^ thank you. I'll make that work! and as for my finished works... I guess I'll post one...

A song….

Does anyone else
Hear me right now
Does anyone else
Wonder how
They got where they are
How they ended up wishing
On the wrong star
Well it’s dark at midnight
Can’t tell the moon from a streetlight
But hey a wish is a wish
All the same
But I’ll let it be my fault
Yeah I’ll take the blame
Just like every other thing
*I’m just a girl
Trying to make it
In this world
And I know that I done wrong
But I’m trying to make it up in theses songs
I live each day
Just looking for a way
To erase all my lies
I’m a butterfly with broken wings
And I just wants to fly

This wall keeps building up
Oh how long to
Be strong enough
To break it all down
My heart would be free
The second it crumbled to the ground
But it’s a lie on a lie on a lie
There’s a feelingless feeling
On the inside
*Oh I’m just a girl
Trying to make it
In this world
And I know that I done wrong
But I’m trying to make it up in theses songs
I live each day
Just looking for a way
To erase my lies
I’m a butterfly with broken wings
And I just wants to fly
I just want to fly
I’m sick of all these lies
I just want to fly
I’m sick of all these lies
All the dark memories
Of no sunshine
My wings may be busted,
Folded, and rusted
But I still have to try
*Oh I’m just a girl
Trying to make it
In this world
And I know that I done wrong
But I’m trying to make it up in theses songs
I live each day
Just looking for a way
To erase all my lies
I’m a butterfly with broken wings
And I just want to fly

i appreciate comments ^^ and/or suggestions for a title... it's not called "A Song..." ^^'

*girlie hyteria* I FEEL LOVED! ^^ does anyone have any ideas for a title?

^^ YAY! i have finished works. several actually... but i've misplaced my notebook... D: but i have a couple already typed on the computer... i doubt anyone is interested though... Silver_Bullet, i also like you're lyrics too, it's a really good song. i love that band ^^

*tears up* i like it A LOT! what does anyone think of the lyrics I wrote?

i watch as the
rain falls from the sky
wasting so much time
asking myself why
i never asked you to dance
i never looked back
when i saw you glance
i realize that its too late
but despite the fact i
just have to say
when you're low
when the grey skies
outside your window
start to pour
when your life is falling apart
and you cant take it anymore
i'll be outside your door
i want to be the one
to catch your tears
and when the lights go out,
eliminate all your fears

it's not done... but is it alright? or is it dumb? o.0

*girlie hysteria* IM NEW TOO! *jumps up and down* it sure is nice to meet another newbie! ^^

o.0 it's VERY truthful, i'll give you that. did you write it?