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She sighed. "I guess. The Light and the Dark fight over me sometimes. You're not the only who's wrecked this room. I'm still struggling between the good and bad. So i figured, why not use both? But I just feel...so vurnerable."

Falling, sinking, drifting, flying. It made no differencr if her eyes were shut or closed. Fainezza preferred to keep them open, in case she might miss something. She felt herself being turned upright, landing. But then the black shattered. She wasn't suppossed to be there, someone else, a different time. She was back, her voice coming out in ragged huffs. She glanced between the concerned eyes of Kyle, and the blank ones of Eternal. But there was something behind them, a descion he was debating whether or not he should make. Making an effort to stop the shudders running through her body she stood up straighter. "My skull is perfectly capable of not breaking." she muttered. It might explose though. She chided grimly.

She smiled. "Thats very kind of you, but I live here." She said, gesturing to the dorm. "Room comes with training here, and I can't leave." she felt a small spark of light flash in her hand. She cursed and quickly moved her hand behind her back. She was still fighting off the excess of darkness, and the last thing she needed was a demonstration of what it was like of the balance was tipped, and darkness fought for control.

( in her head )

"Well, my entire dorm didn't burn down, so you don't need to worry about that." She eyes him carefully. "You're really odd. Burning a camera, then checking to see if they're ok after you think they're in danger."

I was fingering the ash marks on the desk. Well obviously this isn't normal. Probably magic. Didn't know there were many out there. She thought. Her door suddenly burst open and she whirled around. It was that guy who screwed up her camera. "What are....how did......who are....how?!" she spluttered.

"If thats you messing with my head..." she said, her voice quivering with pain and anger. "Get out!" she yelled. She rose to her feet, convincing herself she was fine. her entire body was shaking but she ignored it. It took her a moment to realize she was still clutching her head, she whipped her hand away. "You think your so unfeeling, that everything has been taken away from you. But you're wrong." A humorless laugh hummed in her chest. "There is still so much more." she turned away and left, walking out to the edge of camp. Before she was even conscious of it, her pencil and paper were out, her hand whizzing across the page. A Keyblade, with five curved spokes, pointed to the sky, three stars made of glass, a wave breaking over a shell, and that same shell again, only this time on cobblestone. There was a word that was repeated over and over, but it was sloppy, and maybe in a different language. She studied it carefully, until it was on the tip of her tongue. She almost had it, when stars exploded behind her eyes, and suddenly she was falling.

The arguement echoed in her mind, pounding from the inside. It was strange how hearing there words were painful. She put her head between her knees and covered her ears. Please don't see me. She prayed. The last thing she wanted was pity. Pity made her like she was selfish, and trying to draw attention to herself. "It's useless trying to explain something like this to a Keyblader. They never understood nor will they ever." Those last words were like a double edged sword piercing my skull. I curled tighter into a ball letting out a small whimper. Pictures started popping in front of my eyes, all fuzzy. She couldn't make out a single one, nor could she remember each picture precisely. The only thing she knew about them was that they were important.

Character Sheet: Name: Mayumi Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance:http://livelaughlovewrite.deviantart.com/#/d4qfdxe Bio (opt): She, her mother, father, and two sisters are Borrowers who live under a midde-class house. They have lived a peaceful life without being spotted by humans. Borrower or Human: Borrower Personality: Brave, daring, she is the middle child so she and her younger sister usually go on little adventures Theme Song:http://kh13.com/music/dance-of-the-daring/117/ Chacater Sheet: Name: Karin Age: 13 Gender: Female Appearance:http://livelaughlovewrite.deviantart.com/art/Karin-286267148 Bio:Lives with her family under a middle-class house. Goes exploring with her sister Mayumi, and loves using her sword.( needle ) Borrower or human: Borrower Personality:Rash, daring, adventerous, beautiful singer Theme Song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmmDHAizYHA Chacater Sheet: Name: Miyoren Age:17 Gender:Female Appearancehttp://livelaughlovewrite.deviantart.com/#/d4qfpjr Bio: Lives under a middle-class house with her family. After discovering a small pond, she made herself a little house which she stays at most of the time. Borrower or Human: Borrower Personality:Level-headed, cautious of humans, kind Theme Song:http://kh13.com/music/tears-of-the-light/439/

Eternal was suddenly there, holding her picture. "Hey! Give--" But then the impact of his words hit her. Having a perfectly good life, then having it taken away. She stared at the ground. There were many words out there, but none of them could make a response to what he just said. She ended up being unable to look him in the eye.

She turned her head and saw Kyle stnding over her. "Are you alright?" She sat up and stretched. "I'm fine, just really pissed." She looked at him, waving away his worry. "Don't worry about about me."

(yes, Fainezza doesn't like him very much) She arrived at camp, growling mentalling when spoting Eternal. I wonder how much trouble I would get in if I killed him... Then I shook my head. Where had that come from? I had never actually wanted to kill someone personally. Dazed, I walked to the opposite side of camp, and began randomly doodling over a fresh sheet of paper. When it was finished, it looked like a boy with spiky hair, and a nice smile. "What the..." She had never seen this person before in her life. Maybe I'm finally going insane she thought before she lay down to rest

Fainezza glared into the empty space where Ethernal once was. "The only regret I have right now is letting you get away." she grumbled. She pushed herself up, slightly clutching her stomach. Leaning on her Keyblade, she let out a long sigh. This appeared to be a conversation between the girl with long black hair, Xylla?, and Sin. She could tell when she wasn't needed. and decided to head back to camp

Fainezza whipped her head around, hearing a small whisper of words. She pulled out her knife, and brought the flat of her blade hard down on his wrist. "Maybe you should find a better way to release your anger." she hissed.

2nd chacater, I need an excuse to post more x] Character Sheet: Name: Amykara(dearly beloved) Age: 24 Gender: Female Faction: Light Alignment:Good Appearance:http://livelaughlovewrite.deviantart.com/#/d4qd5n7 Personality: She is very kind and loyal to her friends, and wants there to be peace instead of war. She doesn't attack Twlight members, unless they attack her first. She is very mature and looks after her younger friends like a sister. Bio: After her father went to fight in the war, and didn't come back, she joined the Light ranks. She doesn't fight for revenge, only in hopes that the war that possibly killed her father will end. Weapons- Faithful Friend (Keyblade), slingshot, and spear. Special ablitiles- Can calm people who use Light Theme song: 'Dearly Beloved' http://kh13.com/music/dearly-beloved/413/ War Never Changes

We exited the frozen yougurt store, and Aurore felt refreshed. The dead tree was still there, but the man was now gone. I was studying the tree. It was beautiful, in a way. Maybe I should've taken a picture of that. I thought grimly. As we neared the dorms, Katere suddenly poked me and pointed to one of the windows. "Isn't that your room?" She asked, panicking. I stared at it with terrified eyes. Then i ran, and cursed under my breath. "Out of the way!" I roared at nearby students. When i found my door, I shoved it open, and found the headmaster and a few firemen. Luckily,my room was still standing, most of my desk was ok, and there were ash marks over the walls. "What happened?" I demanded. The headmaster picked up the charred remains of my camera. "It appears it over-heated somehow. Luckily, we got here just in time." They left, and he dropped the camera in my hands. I opened the window and chucked it outside. He had done this, somehow. Aurore, I think you have met your match I thought sadly and terrified to myself. Very worthy of being afraid of. Very afraid.

(wow i sure missed alot, just because i need sleep) I woke with a gasp, nearly falling over the edge. "I am such an idiot!" I cursed under my breath. Of course, I just had to fall asleep. I could've been attacked, or killed, or worse. But something had woke me up. Quickly, i pulled out an arrow with a long coil of rope around it, stuck it to the edge of the clock tower, and slide down. After pulling down the arrow, I looked around to see what was going on. She heard what sounded like an argument, and went to see. Twlight was probably involved, therefore information would have to be collected. I stopped at the corner, pressing myself against the wall. I peered in and gasped. There were three, maybe four men standing around a girl. One was preparing to attack her. She ground her teeth. But that wasn't going to happen. She summoned Star of Midnight and deflected the magic into oblivion. She stood up straight and looked around. "Last time I ever fall asleep. You take a nap and miss all the action!"

that just gave me a really good idea....

Frustrated, I slammed the laptop shut, and hurled my knife at the target on my door. Just then, my best friend, Katere, decided to oped the door. The knife hit the outside rim, narrowly missing her. "Kat, you made me miss the bulls-eye!" I whined as I collasped on the bed. She laughed. "Sorry I alomost got hit with your knife, Aurore." She plopped next to me on the bed. I sighed. "Sorry for being stupid." "It's ok, why were you frustrated enough to practice knife-throwing, anyway?" I glanced at my desk. "Laptop is being stupid." I grumbled. "Well, I'm going to get frozen yogurt, you coming?" I smiled at her. "You have to ask?" We laughed at walked out, the earier incident forgotten.

Fainezza drew the curves of the sunset perfectly, coloring in the exact shades of reds, oranges, and yellows. Dawn, twlight. So beautiful. She thought peacefully. Finally a break from the war. So many young girls, just like her. She'd had to destroy them, end their lives. Her day off suddenly turned into something horrible. Too much time to think, so many awful things to think about. She peered down from the new clock tower for a distraction. She spotted Kyle, a soilder in the Twlight ranks. She waved down to him.

Chapter 11: Pains from the Present and Past We slammed the ginormous doors behind us, leaning against them and breathing heavily. “What came over you, man?” Jace demanded between breathes. Before he could reply, Tiv yelped as she pointed to the ship, where Heartless were dangerously nearing. We headed at it, full sprint. I slashed my knife into the nearest one, and kicked another in the chest. One was pierced by an arrow, and two more were destroyed at the mercy of Jace and Kayro’s blades. One suddenly leaped on my back and drilled it’s sharp point into my shoulder. I screamed in pain, and noticed Tiv suddenly flinching and clutching her shoulder. Everyone turned in the direction of my voice, and Jace was suddenly upon me, fighting the Heartless with his rage. The cut was deep, but hadn’t broken through the other side. I could hear them and feel them picking me up and taking me to the ship. But I didn’t see them, I saw someone else. The girl suddenly snapped her head up in surprise. She was wearing all black, and a thin shawl, even though it was freezing. She was warm enough. But the cold wasn’t what had surprised her. She had felt the sensation of a blade burrowing into her shoulder, only without the pain. It was odd, as if the blade were invisible and just passing straight through her. I don’t know how long I was out. I woke up sometime later in the ship on the couch, my wound dressed nicely. “Tiv, what time is it?” I moaned. Tiv giggled. “You were out for maybe five minutes.” I slapped my forehead with my good arm. “Now I feel like an idiot.” “Don’t worry; you were idiot before you passed out.” I turned to glare at her, but couldn’t stop the laughs that bubbled up inside me. I felt normal, just being with Tiv, like old times. But you aren’t normal. Remember, you and Tiv . . . I imminently shut off that nagging, negative voice inside my head. I sat up. “Well, I’m going to go switch out with Kayro and let him rest, ok?” Tiv nodded and stared out the window. I opened the door to the cockpit, and Jace shooed Kayro out. I plopped into the nearest seat, and there was an uncomfortable silence as we tried to figure out how to begin this conversation. I almost told him I knew how Tiv and Kayro would die, but then again I wasn’t too sure. Luckily, he began it for me. “So, you were going to tell me a little more about yourself?” I let out a sigh. “Well, alright. Yes, I have been to other worlds. I have been to countless worlds. My true home world, well, I don’t remember what it was called. After I left that world, I went to see others, never staying too long. There three people though, in particular, which I crossed paths with frequently. One was a tall woman with short blue hair, a man with dark brown hair and a serious aura about him, and a boy with blond spiky hair and blue eyes. He was probably no older than Kayro at the time. I think they were looking for each other. One time, when I was passing through Radiant Garden, I saw them carrying a man with silver hair and golden eyes to the castle. I never saw any of them after that.” I stopped to take a breath. “While I was traveling, I froze myself in time. I never got any older while I was traveling. I was 14 throughout my travels, until one day, I found a world I actually liked. Traverse Town. When I went there, I made myself 12, and I met you guys. Then I began aging again. I’m actually supposed to be around 37.” I stopped and waited for his reaction. I expected the usual, shock, horror, disgust, wonder. But instead he leaned back, processing this. Then he grinned wickedly. “You’re a bit old for this, aren’t you grandma?” I laughed and tackled him. I pinned him to the floor and smirked triumphantly. “Ok, ok, you win!” He gasped. I giggled and rolled off of him. “So, do you remember anything from your old world?” “Yes, I was very quiet, and trained at an advanced combat academy. I had wonderful hearing and could usually hear everything my teachers were saying.” His face implored me to tell him. “She is very good, isn’t she?” “Yes, she has taken fancy to the bow, sword, and knife, the basics. She is very advanced, well advanced as you can be in an advanced school.” The two men found this funny. “Her attacks seem to come from a cold, buried, fury. You can see it in her eyes.” “Yes, and the scars on her hand; have you seen them? A teacher told me it was from digging her fingernails into her palms out of frustration. I thought it was some of the students’ rumors, so I just figured it was her grip. But it was perfect. Perhaps it is something at home.” “You can never tell with teenagers. Oh, I almost forgot. We’re getting a new shipment of unusual weapons tomorrow. Perhaps she’ll find her true weapon.” The other man sighed. “Although you mean well, that statement sounds sick.” She smiled wickedly to herself, and slit the throats of all the surrounding dummy’s.

Welcome! I hope to see some of your stories in the future, 'cause I write too.

As i was staring incredulously at the now-dead tree with the depressing man, I noticed someon else who had noticed the diference. She had black hair, and I believe she worked at a bar nearby. After giving him a curious look, she began walking again. I made a mental note of her. I hadn't been watching where I was going, and ran striaght into the boy with the hateful eyes. He raised his hand in apology, but made no sound. He shuffled past me, and sat by the dead tree. Confused thoughts swirled in my head, and I eventually found myself back at my dorm, staring at the ceiling. My dorm had a perfect view of Central Park, and I decided to amuse myself with the passer-bys. I pulled out my camera, and zoomed it in on that guy with the scar. He smoking, bad, and it appeared that he was bending the smoke to do his will. I snapped the photo, and plugged the camera onto my laptop. I found the photo, and pulled it up. "Nothing?!" I yelled at the screen, jumping to my feet. There was an empty alley, but no man smoking. "What is he, a vampire?!" I faced my window only to find i could no longer remember how I found him in the first place.

War Never Changes sorry, forgot that