Jer and Sora gently shook Ky's shoulders. "Hey! Wake up!" Sora whispered. She just moaned and shoved the pillow over her head. Sora sighed, then pounded his fist on her back.
"YIKES! HEY!" she shouted, jumping up and glaring at him.
"Mornin'!" he grinned, pushing her out of bed. "C'mon, we've been trying to get you up for five minutes."
Ky fell on the floor and yawned, "Poor you..." Jer just shook his head and helped her to her feet.
"C'mon, KJ! It's Christmas!"
"Yeah, I know. Just lemme become a little bit awake..." She blinked a few times. "Okay, let's go!"
"HUTTAH!" Sora screamed, running down the stairs, his sister and friend at his heels. The three slid into the family room, their faces illuminated by the lights of the tree.
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"Hey, Ky? What's this one?" Sora asked, holding a strange package.
"Oh! It's from Grim." She suddenly remembered what Mandy said and gave the two quick glances before opening the bag. "Ah..." she muttered.
"What is it?" Jer asked, his hands on her head and peering over her. Ky gently slid out a large book and cradled it in her hands.
"Scrapbook?" Sora asked, getting onto his knees. Ky shrugged and looked over at the two. She flipped the thick cover open and fingered the thick parchment. "Huh... guess not."
"Huh..." Jer echoed. Ky fingered the spindly writing.
"Journal." The two boys stared at her.
"How can you tell?"
"Look, there's a date and it ends with a signature." Ky traced the characters with her finger, trying to spell the name. "S. E. P. T... U.... M."
"Septum," Sora said. His voice was barely above a whisper.
"Daddy..."
Jer immediately sensed tears coming on and set a hand on Ky's shoulder. He gently squeezed it and watched her face, waiting for the sobs. "I'mokayJer..." she said quickly.
"Mmhmm.... Sure," he whispered, wiping a tear off her face. Ky simply closed the journal and hugged it to her chest, sinking into her comfort zone.
Sora was simply in awe and couldn't keep the glazed look off his face. "We won't read it until Uncle Jack comes back," Ky stated firmly. Sora nodded.
"Yeah..."
"Erm..." he whispered. "What do we do now?"
"Get ready for the party."
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Grim Jr. clung to Ky's hand, glancing at Mac who was on her other hand. He felt a pang of jealousy, feeling that Ky was being taken from him. He also got that mood when she saw Jer with her. "Cheer up, Junior! It's Christmas!" she laughed, patting his head. He just buried his face into her pine sweater.
"I know."
"Then stop sulking! Mac's just as important as you... just not closely related!" Ky said, stopping for a second. Mac giggled and tugged her forwards.
"C'mon!" Junior grudgingly followed, watching the eight-year-old drag Ky into the Town Hall.
"Junior, COME ON!" she called.
"Coming!" he shouted, stomping up the stairs. His mood immediately lightened as he saw the colorful lights and decorations around him. The whole town was there, laughing and chatting.
Junior walked around, taking in everything. Something suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him to where Corpse Kid and Mummy were playing games. He looked over at Mac, who just smiled and continued yanking him.
Ky folded her hands behind her head and looked around her, grinning. "KyRea."
She turned on her heel to meet the cold eyes of her aunt. "Mandy," she answered.
"I wasn't joking yesterday."
"But... I don't know who you mean. Is it one of my friends?" she asked, looking back.
"No. But, do be careful," Mandy said, turning away from her niece. "You mean too much to everyone here to be the innocent being you are. You easily believe everyone, follow everyone, listen to everyone... I shutter at the thought of what might happen to the town if you weren't here." With that she walked away, her arms crossed.
Ky's arms dropped and she titled her head, confusion taking over. "Hu-?" She rubbed her neck and looked over her shoulder. "Weird..."
"What's weird?" Jer asked, resting his elbow on her shoulder.
"Nuttin..."
"Mmhmm..." Jer replied, raising his eyebrows. Ky shrugged her shoulder, dropping his arm.
"You're so overprotective!" she accused.
"Well, you zone out so much, someone has to be!" Jer laughed. Ky giggled and playfully punched his arm.
"Alright, alright, I'll give you guys that point."
"Score!"
Ky placed her finger on his nose. "Errr... do I really zone out a lot?" Jer laughed and grabbed her wrist.
"All the time, KyRea." She moaned in annoyance towards herself and buried her hands in her face. Jer laughed as he draped an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, it gives me something to do," he reassured, rubbing her arm.
Ky smiled and looked up. "Jeremy, take... four paces forward."
"Why?"
"Just do it, Axel and Strong Bad are sugar high again," she said, pushing him forwards. Jer laughed again at the sounds of Axel and SB moaning.
"Man, you two are no fun!" SB accused, dropping his fist of mistletoe. Ky stuck her tongue out at him.
"We already fell for that last year!" Ky shouted up. Jer laughed again as Axel threw his fistful at KyRea. She just laughed and brushed the berries and leaves out of her hair.
"Funsuckers," Axel muttered dropping from the rafter he was perched on. Ky and Jer just shrugged at each other and walked away.
"Yeah, yeah," Jer muttered, laughing under his breath.
"I'm gonna go see Sora, see ya," she said, patting his shoulder and walking in the direction of his brother and Kairi. Jer watched as she disappeared under Kairi's embrace.
"You're drooling," Harry hissed into his ear. Jer elbowed him, sharply, in the ribs.
"Am not!" The two glared at each other, then turned away with their arms folded.
"HARRY!!"
"G-Ginny?!" Jer snickered as Harry was tackled by a red-head girl.
"You're drooling," he hissed. Harry glared at him and walked away with Ginny.
Jer tore his eyes away from them and turned to Sora and Kairi. Kairi had released Ky and was obviously ranting on about how cute she looked with her hair cut. Ky met his eyes and mouthed: 'Help!'
He laughed as Kairi released her and turned towards Sora. Ky backed away and ran into Fone Bone.
"Ow... sorry, Fone," she said, pushing him up. "Is Thorn here?"
"Not yet, she'll be here- Oh! There she is, see ya!" he said, waving as a dazed look came over his face. Ky watched him walk away, then looked at the ceiling.
Jer tilted his head and took a step forward. "Ky?"
"Yeah?"
"You... okay?"
"'mfine..."
"It's the Journal, isn't it?"
Ky sighed and met his eyes. "I guess it's just... I was three when they died, so I don't remember them very well..." She tilted her head and crossed her arms.
He set his hand on her forehead and pushed it back.
"I guess that makes three of us?" he asked, smiling. She laughed and grabbed his wrist.
"I forgot... Yeah, it does."
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The Master pressed his finger tips together and stared at his screen. He waved one hand and made the image freeze. He smirked at the smiling teenagers.
The door flew open.
The Master hissed and whirled around to see who had interrupted him. He curled his lips over his teeth. "WHY AREN'T YOU GUARDING THE CHAMBERS!?"
The guard shrank back and tried to regain his courage. "M-my Lord.... Dilly... she... she is trying to fight." The Master hissed and pushed past the guard.
"Idiot girl, she's more trouble than she's worth..." he said, rushing down the corridors, his robes billowing. He flung the long doors open and startled all the guards. They all bowed deeply, all shuttering.
He continued his trek past several doors of wailing occupants, he smiled at their pain.
The Master quickly came up to another set of doors. He scowled and pushed them open.
There was no screaming from this hall, and there were only three doors. He growled and pushed the nearest open.
A teenage girl with long hair struggled against her chains and spells. Her long, mahogany tresses were tangled and fallen in her face. She looked up at the Master as he came in and growled. Her emerald eyes were full of fury.
"Dilly, you'll wear yourself out," he said, grinning menacingly. He looked at her dress, plain blue and white. No satins, silks, velvets, just cotton. He smirked and thought 'Pheasant'. Unlike the others, her Kingdom was poor, but friendly and kind.
"I don't care, and you don't either," she said. The Master's eyes flashed a deep crimson and he raised his hand.
"No. I don't care," he said, blasting a large ball of thunder at her. He smiled as he heard her scream and watched her writhe. Dilly fell, weak from the shock, and looked up from under her overgrown bangs.
"DILLY?!?!"
"DILLY!"
The calls came from the other two cells. "KEEP FIGHTING, DILLY!" the male voice called again.
Then Dilly fell unconscious.
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