Seimyx

Estinien couldn't feel the small breeze that could have kissed his face, nor could he feel the morning sun shining high above the clouds brush warmly on his skin. His armor weighed heavy on his shoulders, a burden he carried with him for the longest of times. The drive to end the war himself was all he knew, and he hoped the parley with Hraesvelgr failed. Long had he waited for his wedded battle with Nidhogg. He surveyed the area at the highest point nearest to their campsite. It was almost a miracle to see not a single dragon soul in the vicinity. He looked down upon the camp where his companions laid resting. He focused his attention on t

"Do not think I didn't notice, little weed," Marluxia whispered to no one as he gently lifted a nearly petal-less rose like the chin of a woman. "Someone has been here, plucking the life out of every single one of you lately." He surveyed the floor surrounding the garden and saw one or two loose petals. His eyes caught sight of another petal in the distance closest to the door. He smiled and shook his head. Marluxia knew who it was, he just wondered why. Walking out of the garden, he made his way into the hall and headed into the direction of a certain room. Upon arriving, he knocked a couple of times before pressing his ear against the doo

It's been three days since Marluxia left on that mission and I began to wonder. I finished up the work I had kept delaying hoping he would return. I slammed the book closed before me and left the room. At first, my mind believed he was just slacking off, delaying, but then I started to think of other circumstances. What if the mission had been to difficult for him? As I walked down the hall to the lounge, I imagined him being hurt somewhere and unable to create a corridor back home. I quicken my pace to the lounge getting ready to create a dark pathway of my own to the last place he stated he was going when one formed a few feet before me. I

Name and Title: Dux, the Glazed Torrent Missing Item: Weapon, Pocket watch Detailed Report: I find this rather unfortunate but my very own weapon has been missing for quite sometime. I can only assume it is the work of that thieving little man in green attire that might have taken it. I never lose my things. I assure you I can still very well defend the castle but I still do require my weapon. It is not something I can just manifest as easily as others have with their very own unique pieces. My pocket watch, mind you, is precious and the only remnant of what my former life held. Although I do not enjoy my Somebody's life, my taste in trinke

“To the lovely Moxstr, Bright eyes gleaming up at me The pitty-pat of your hand-like paws The hidden purr when you talk Prancing, chasing, racing Jumping, climbing, stretching Like another friendly furry friend Stuck in a different body Don’t lose hope! I will help you find your way Back onto the unbeaten path To who you really are Love, Xugom” Xugom was proud. He held it the paper out in front of him to praise his work. Around his desk was crumpled paper balls, already overflowing from his garbage basket. “This it great! I hope she could understand what I wrote! I haven’t written something in so long.”

Dux placed his hands in his pockets and gazed upon the objects before him. He had learned that Nioxi was a secretive man and trust wasn’t passed around so quickly. Dux was the same way, ever since the fall of the last Organization, although with his time with Nioxi, he had grown to appreciate him and trust him. They were similar both in personalities and desires. This assignment made him see that there were more Nobodies like him. Walking over to the nearby desk of Nioxi’s room he placed his hand on the exquisite typewriter. It was original and had been sitting in Dux’s room of the castle where his Somebody had stayed. Sinc

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 show

Jecht, Braska, Auron © SquareSoft Story © Seimyx Listen "Alright, Auron! It's time for ya to learn how to swim!" Jecht said, smacking his friend hard on the back. "—What?" Auron coughed, abruptly disturbed from his distant thoughts. He turned his head to Jecht, who walked ahead of him. He could tell a smug look was smeared across his face. What was he so happy about? he thought. Jecht walked over to the shore where his feet met with the wet sand and rubbed the back of his neck. Playfully, he dug his toes in, allowing the cold wetness to travel up his legs and his spine with a tingling sensation. He chuckled before turning

RokuNami © Kingdom Hearts Story © Seimyx The bells chimed. Lunch time. Naminé closed her books, gathered her things and walked out of the classroom. The cooling sensation of the winter breeze seeped through a small opening of the hall windows. She looked towards them and saw snowflakes drift slowly in the air. She smiled and couldn't wait to go outside. She held onto her sketchbook tightly as she made her way out into the courtyard. It wasn't cold so it was good enough for students to go outside. Some ate their lunch on the benches, while others chased each other with snowballs. Naminé took her place under a small tree,