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The princess sits alone at the top of her castle.

That's the story Naminé wishes to tell. The sketchbook upon her lap is her canvas, her ability at memory manipulation at her fingertips. The only female in the Organization clad in those long black jackets bellows out orders to which Naminé cannot argue.

Sora, the boy with the unkempt hair and sapphire eyes. He was the enemy…and the hero, the one destined to protect her.

She waits on the top floor of the castle, but she is no princess. He already has one of those; that girl with shiny red hair and a glowing smile, although he certainly does not remember her. Naminé is the reason he is traversing this castle. His taller sidekick with the shield reminds Sora of the crimson-haired girl occasionally, but eventually the memory of her washes away like the waves crashing among the beach he's so fond of.

But it cannot stay this way forever and Naminé is aware. She is a fraud, just like the replica of Sora's best friend who is fighting to protect her. This is not what she has asked for and she has no choice but to continue with this façade.

Soon enough, only the redhead who rules over fire remains. He only smiles, as he never treated her as a tool, and takes off. Everything is left to her discretion.

Sora is racing to find the blonde witch, now aware that she needs rescuing even if he knows the truth. His memory of the true target of his affections is long gone, but his heart beats strongly for the girl on the island regardless of whether he recalls her or not. The girl of light drifted in his own heart once before.

Naminé knows she exists only as her shadow.

She casts her head downward as he bursts through the doors.

While he is here to save her, she is not the princess he is searching for.