They say everyone has a guardian angel; an angel who watches over you and protects you. They appear in your dreams to give you advice or guide you.
A barren waste land, hot against his feet. Feet. The dark sky was filled with shooting stars, falling slowly like tears from a weeping constellation. The impact they made when they hit the earth trembled harshly below his feet. Feet. Toes. The closest star hit the ground. It made no sound. Just the faint noise of shattered glass. He ran towards it. Running, despite the sharp rocks that stabbed into his naked feet. He missed it. The crater was glowing gold. The smoke smelt like the after shower of rain against pavement and grass. The sound of heavy armor hit against each other as he saw the large figure stood up. Its golden wings were broken, bloodied and scattered. Feathers still falling. Slowly. The armored man looked at him...
Roxas woke up, broken in sweat.
It was that dream again. Four consecutive times he had that dream. Even though he couldn't see that mysterious' knight's face, Roxas felt a pang of loneliness. What did he want? Why was it looking at him? Roxas looked towards his window to see it was already morning. Sitting up slowly, he yawned and positioned himself sitting off the bedside. He pulled his wheelchair closer, quickly grabbed the armrests and propped himself up and drop himself in the seat. It was always like this every morning now that he was living alone, but he didn't mind. He liked it this way. It was the start of winter break. Sora will be coming home at the end of the week. He rolled himself out of his room and for the 100th time this year, he thanked whoever was listening that he didn't have stairs in the house.
Roxas always had that dream. He wasn't sure what significance it had because none of it made sense. He thought about telling Sora about it, but he might want him to see a psychiatrist. It started a year ago when he was in the hospital. Some idiot had too much to drink one night and decided to ride his MOTORCYCLE around school zones. While the guy only came out with a concussion, Roxas' life had changed.
He was confined to a wheelchair. Luckily he had his brother Sora, who helped him along the hard times. Recently Roxas got it all figured out. His classmates were all extra nice which sometimes annoyed him a little but he had gotten use to it now. Still, unable to do the little things still bothered him. Running. Walking. Tripping. Jumping. Dancing.
He missed his legs.
It was a chilly Sunday. Roxas prepared his toast, just a little burnt to perfection and a small cut of butter which melted instantly upon touching the tanned breading. He took a bit out of it and hummed. There were so much thing he could do today. Listen to music, go grocery shopping, watch the snow fall, clean the house... actually, there wasn't much for him to do. He was already bored. He wished Sora came sooner; he'd have things to do.
It was quiet. Roxas rolled over to the stereo and turned it to a radio station filled with light music, although what played was unexpected. It was a waltz.
"Man, I always wanted to dance the watlz. I guess that won't happen anytime soon," he frowned. Making his way into the living room he began to roll around in his wheelchair. He hummed the rhythm of the melody, making his way to a tall standing lamp.
"May I have this dance, milady?" he said with a hand out toward it. "Of course, good sir," he answered himself in a higher pitch. He rolled away from the lamp and continued to pretend. Pretend he was dancing.
As he circled the large space of the living room, he began to think about prom. It was still months away into the summer but still it was weighing on his mind. "Would anyone even dance with me?" he thought. He rotated his wheels to do a full 360° turn and kept at it. It made him dizzy but he kept going, springing his arms to life and contantly turning his wheels. "Nobody really knows how to dance with someone in a wheelchair so they would all probably just talk to me instead..." he continued.
He closed his eyes to stop feeling sick and kept rotating himself. The melody of the watlz began to sound like a broken old record. He knew it was odd and dangerous and he was probably the only person in the world who felt this way but even though he couldn't walk, run or dance, spinning in place with eyes closed made him feel like flying.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for checking up on me."
Roxas was staring out the slide doors to the back yard at the blizzard that was unfolding. "The power is still up in the house so everything's fine. The weather channel said ot should stop around 2AM which is in two hours." He looked back to his computer which was sitting on the a table to an image of Sora, who had a concerned look on his face.
"Just make sure you stay warm, little bro. I don't want you turning into a popsicle!"
They both laughed. "Although... it doesn't look like its going to end in two hours so just be ready, Roxas."
Roxas nodded toward the screen and rolled closer to it. "Well I can't wait to see you, Sora. I'm bored out of my mind here!"
Sora just smiled. "I'm sure you are! Hopefully if the weather is great when I come, I'll take you out of the house and we could build a snowman!"
Roxas chuckled slightly. Sora maybe a year older, but he still acted like a child. "Sure, we could make one at that park we always go to. And this time, we make something more chanllenging."
"Like what? I thought the dinosaur was the best!"
Roxas thought deeply about what the snowman should be. "I know, let's make a-"
Suddenly the screen goes dark, followed by the rest of the power in his house. "No!" He hit the side of his computer, knowing full well that it won't bring the power back on. Roxas quickly rolled his way to the window to see that his entire block lost power. "Looks like I can't do much but go to sleep." After fixing the place up and getting himself a flashlight and a bkanket, he moved toward the slide doors again. He looked behind the thick curtains at the rushing snowfall. It didnt look all that deadly but he could feel the freezing chill going through the glass. He blew out cold air. "I hope Sora isn't freaking out. He's probably the first call I get when the power comes back."
Roxas lingered there for awhile before turning away. All of a sudden, the floor started to tremble. Roxas immediately looked around. "An earthquake? But that's impossible!" A blizzard and an earthquake was something unbelieveable, especially since the town had no history of earthquakes. He tried to roll his way to more stable ground but something bright appeared behind him. The moment he looked back, the trembling stopped.
For a moment, everything was going slow as he saw a large ball of light crash into his backyard with the soft sound of glass breaking on carpeted flooring.The light diminished quickly and was buried in the blizzard. "Something crashed!?" He made a full turn around toward the slide doors and opened it. Quickly he made his way outside.
"Ah crap! I'm so stupid..." he said realizing he was nearly stuck in the thick snow. He looked ahead at the crash site. It was smaller than he expected and it was something probably no one else in the neighborhood noticed. It was in the center of his yard and it didnt break any nearby fences. Whatever fell still emited a faint light. Roxas squinted, trying to see through all the snow.
It was a person. Dark arms and legs were visible, partially blanketed by the falling snow.
"Hold on! I'm coming to help!" Roxas quickly look and grabbed the nearest shovel and began to shovel his path before him in a frantic manner. Slowly but surely, he inched his way closer to the fallen figure before him. Shovel, shovel, roll foward, shovel, shovel, roll foward. When he got close enough, what he saw shocked him into next year.
"...gold wings.," he said almost calmly. Before him laid an armored man, clad head to toe. He had large gold wings spread across on the ground like battered drapes. "...its...its just like in my dreams." He thought about that dream where he was running across a barren wasteland; the fiery sensation of hot rock against his feet. He remembered the invisible look the knight gave to him.The faint glow the fallen knight emitted gradually diminished until only the freezing sensation kicked Roxas back into reality.
"Ah! Hold on there!" Roxas grabbed the knight with all his stregth and pulled him onto his lap, nearly falling out of his wheelchair in the process. "Please don't be dead," he whispered as he struggled to roll backwards inside the house. Once inside the house, Roxas slammed the slide doors shut. The armored man dropped off his lap and hit the floor hard. Roxas just stared at the knight, again stunned. "There's no way this can be real? It was just a dream, right? Maybe I'm sleeping and this is all a dream." He noticed the wings weren't glowing as bright. "Wait! What if he's injured?" Roxas struggled over to the knight and lifted him into a sitting position against his knees. He leaned foward to listen if the man was breathing but heard nothing. "No, no, no, no, NO! Please don't be dead!" Roxas grabbed the helm and yanked it off, throwing it halfway across the room.
Long blonde locks fell across the knight's pale complexion. Roxas looked at the knight again and moved the hair away from the face.
"Wait a minute... its a girl!"