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Well, here is a fanfic for the game Kingdom Hearts I have been working on, it is quite long, but I like it and even if you haven't played the game, you should still be able to follow it. Well, what the hey! Enjoy everyone!


Chapter 1
The sea air seemed different here. Sora had always lived near the sea, but when he was on “their,” island, the sea was brighter, bluer and smelled sweeter; or saltier, he supposed. However it smelled Sora knew he liked it best here. The breeze picked up while Sora threw his head back and raised his arms and yawned while he stretched every part of his body from the bottom of his bare feet to the tips of his fingers. When he was sufficiently stretched out, he heaved himself to his feet. The sand was wet and felt like clay between his toes. Sora sighed and looked out over the horizon, straining to catch the last glimpses of the sun as it fell at last behind the wide expanse of the sea. Sora read in books about mountains and land on the horizon, where instead of the blueness of the sea hiding the sun from sight, green prairie or purple mountains met the sun on its way down beneath the earth. Sora tried to imagine what that must look like, to be surrounded by land instead of the ocean, but it was just not something he could visualize in his mind’s eye. In fact, just imagining prairie and mountains was tricky for him. He had seen pictures of mountains covered in snow and wide expanses of grass; as well as vast forests and jungles, deserts with palm tree oases and lastly, huge cities with building rising high above the trees. With streets and cars that zoomed everywhere and more people in one neighborhood than all of the villages and hamlets in all of the islands in the archipelago he called home. But try as he might, actually trying to imagine himself there, surrounded by cars or people, was frustratingly difficult. Sometimes the very sight of nothing but ocean would make him mad. But today, the sea was nothing if not friendly and calming.
The sea is like that, he mused. The sea takes loved ones and friends, homes and sometimes even whole villages in one of her crazed rages; and yet people will continue to place their lives in her temperamental hands. Even though brothers and fathers, son and husbands are swallowed every year, every year men still go to sea and their wives and mothers wait patiently and worriedly for their return. And the sea was not a vicious mistress. In fact there hadn’t been a serious storm in over fourteen years. Of course that year was the year Sora had lost his father. The very year Sora had been born, his father had lost his life out at sea.
Sora cursed himself for thinking about that today. It was no accident, though, that the one part of himself he tried so hard to forget bubbled to the front of his consciousness. Today was the anniversary of his father’s death. That was why he had “their,” island all to himself tonight. Normally there would be other children on the island, well past sundown, since it was summer time. But on this date every year Sora was almost always left alone, his friends avoiding him as best they could. He never asked them too. They just did. Shaking his head he changed his train of thought as quickly as he could manage. He turned his thoughts to something Riku had said the other day. Riku, with his pale face and white blond hair, was someone whose image was not easily forgotten. He was just barely taller that Sora, as well as just barely a month older, fifteen to Sora’s now fourteen (but soon to be fifteen) years of age. He was very well built for his age, he had matured quickly. He might even be stronger than Sora, except when it came to games and races Sora was always right there with him, blow for blow and neck and neck. Of course the thing he remembered the most clearly was his intense gaze, the same one he gave to Sora when he talked to him just yesterday. Riku was always intense, but yesterday he said something with such forcefulness that Sora was actually kind of scared by the whole thing. Sora was never one to back down to Riku and his boasts, but this time Riku wasn’t just his normal cocky self, he was actually frightening. It wasn’t just how he said it, but what he said. He told Sora that if he didn’t get away from their small little village he would
“…finally lose it, Sora. I dunno, Sora, I just feel like I am losing my mind. I haven’t told anyone yet, but, the dreams are back Sora. I wake up soaked in sweat, and so angry I just, well, I don’t know,” Riku whispered these words, and Sora felt awkward listening to him. He knew saying this made Riku uncomfortable too. Riku hardly talked about himself at all, he was cocky physically. He acted big, but he was very much a man of few words. Sora also remembered Riku’s dreams. And he remembered the fear he felt back then, how it was almost the same feeling he felt now. But he also felt a tug, inside. What Riku said rang in him too; the desire to leave. He yearned with a passion to see new things, and experience something outside of his simple life. But that was impossible, of course. No one had left in over millennia. At least that was what everyone said. But when Riku said he would find a way to leave, quite frankly Sora believed him before he believed his teachers and mother and grandfather. Riku was the type of person who did what he set out to do. Sora remembered when he first met Riku, how different he was. But the one thing that never changed was his gaze, the piercing blue eyes which seemed t like they could see inside you. Sora shivered as the wind changed from pleasant to chilly. He reluctantly turned back to his little longboat to head back to his home for dinner. He shuffled with small steps. Just like when he was small, on his first day of First grade. That day he met the boy who would change everything, not only on their little islands, and eventually the whole world, but for himself and everything which would happen to Sora for the rest of his life.

I guess no one likes poetry here. Oh well. If you do and you tried and clicked on sites that I listed above and it does work then try these instead. http://www.fanfiction.net/u/335938/
http://www.fictionpress.net/u/335938/

Unofficial Bump

Nimue’s Ploy

Myrddin, I seek your wisdom- your heart,
Sing to me inspired and wondrous sage.
Over Mogan’s domain we are apart,
I have lost the art; the turning of the page.
Your lofty mind forms those of your kings
But your drive is your own, uncontrived.
Teach me the secretes of your being
Teach me, for I’ve been to long deprived.
Half of your self, half of me silently;
Not human by talent, but by conception
Creates something for Donn unknowingly,
Pay no heed to your first intuition.
Come, I know my plea you can not resist;
The chance to succumb at your own assist.

It is a Sonnet I wrote. xp

Poem Information so it makes more sense:
This is written from the perspective of Nimue, the Lady of the Lake to Myrddin, also known as Merlin. Nimue used Merlin’s infatuation with her to talk him into telling her his secretes and magic; she later used it against him. Merlin and Nimue where both half human, and as in most Celtic Mythology this is what gave them their unnatural powers. Stories within the Mythology tend to differ, this poem is written based on the second of two stories of Merlin’s deaths.

Mogan: God of ocean water
Donn: God of death

Right. I'm strange.

Oh, you're welcome. I feel loved heart razz Like I said earilier check out the sites up top to read the others that I wrote and you can also review them on that site too. If you like. I have others just like this one on the fictionpress site.

Hmmmmm..........

"Patriotism"

Soldiers without faces
Fighting in the dark
Sharing a lost dream
Full of hideous lies
The deception of the nation
Leads us into battle
With hands over our eyes
They push us into war
Individuality is a dream
For religion and country
While, masked, we fight
Not knowing we're figments
Severe lies of equality and liberty
Fight for your country
Forget who you are
Wear a mask of patriotism
And kill with love and pride
Fight for your president
Your financial dictator
Who spins lies
That blind us all
Kill for your country
Shed innocent blood
On soil that isn't yours
Ruining hopes of renewing ties
Uniformity sweeps over the nation
Creating puppets of war
That sail over seas
And kill those who do not agree
With their twisted beliefs
Drawing us in with
Empty promises of peace

i know this is off but i would post a story but mine are all somewhere between 5-30 chapters long.... sweatdrop