Timeless Love ~ Kinabra

Chapter 1

                 

Chapter 1:

"Her memories were locked away in deep chambers of slumber... Or were they dead? Was there anyone out there in this world who knew who she was? Or was all the life that she had lived before the amnesia just lost in the raging seas of life, blown away by the merciless winds of fate, to remain as eternal forgotten secrets?"

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7 October, 1890

Dear Diary,

It has been a long day for me today... Fairy tail has become a busy place now and it's nice to have everybody back again. But something is still amiss. I can't quite identify it, but I often feel those sinister sensations... wish I knew what it is.

You know I've been feeling awfully lonely these days, but I thought it was because I missed our friends who'd journeyed to Tenrou Island... They're all back now; But I still feel like I'm lost in an infinity of space. I know its been only a few days since I've started writing to you, but it feels good to write away what I hold inside, Diary.

What I truly don't understand is that I write what's warring inside me even when it feels like there's just one big suffocating vacuum inside. I've been seeing many nightmares as well, diary. Every night I wake up feeling like my world is spinning off orbit, like this life without it's past is so purposeless...

I know there's someone out there who's reaching out to me just as desperately as I'm striving... But the chasm between us is unconquerable. I'm driven mad to find out who it is... Or what it is that pulls me with such gravity, yet leaves me thrown away and drifting in some voidless expanse of nothing. I don't feel like an entity. It feels like something important inside me is gone.

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Kinana paused and placed her quill down. Heavy drops of sweat were rolling down he face and some were dampening the pages of her 'diary'. Wiping her face with her hands, she tried to clear her mind of intense thoughts. She shivered slightly as the cold winds whistled outside. The stone walls of her little room did not hinder the chill from seeping into her place

She looked over at her little timepiece which told her that it was half-past-seven. It was late. She needed to go to sleep, yet she didn't understand. She was uncertain; The nightmares it brought definitely scared her... yet told her that she had a past and someone out there.

Speaking of things from that unknown past, she took the cold, metal timepiece in her numb hands. She turned it around and brushed a soft finger over the fading text inscribed on the fine metal. The writings were probably by a young child, carved against the back of the clock: "Erik - a heart - Kinana".

This never failed to rouse memories of the first day she could recall: She was being chased by some men when she boarded the train. Some members from Fairy tail who had been returning from a mission of some kind had found her, dealt with the bullies and had saved her. However, the impact of the turmoil had rendered her unconscious, claiming every shred of memory in her possession.

This watch was all that she had. She presumed that "Kinana" was probably her name. But as everybody started calling her that, it seemed like that was her name. Master Makarov, the head of the Fairy tail guild had granted her to be the assistant of Mirajane, the beautiful chef and waitress at the guild. Kinana took orders from her until Mira went over to Island as well. Then, Kinana had learnt to do things herself.

No one knew who she was or where she was from...But they all still loved her, and accepted her as family. But now, she was feeling the endless loneliness build inside her. She needed to know what it was... It was growing with every terrifying nightmare that she saw.

"Erik". Who was that? Was this person still alive? If he was, where was he? Did he know who she was? If he ever saw her, would he know it's her? Would he love her? So many questions... She needed to stop all of this. She looked down at her waiting diary: "it feels like something important inside me is missing." She picked up her quill and continued:

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... I'm going to stop bothering you with all of this melancholy, Diary. I seem to be a bit more needed in the guild these days and that makes me feel so much better. I used to feel awfully useless because I can't fight and am to weak, needing protection... Lady Mirajane is amazing at serving and cuisine. I was only used because I was useless otherwise.

Now, however, under certain unconfirmed reasons, she needs to take rest and I carry out the required tasks; and help her out when she needs me - Actually needs me. It excites me and I hope it is confirmed soon,... I know you don't understand, Diary... but you will soon. When I write to you.

The talk of the town seems to be of this deadly bandit who has been released from prison recently. Apparently, he is in Magnolia,currently. Everyone is so agitated. It is a bit scary, though, Diary... He is said to be cunning and elusive... They all call him: 'Cobra'. It is odd... But all his team members seem to be going by these pseudonyms as well... I wonder what his real name is.

Diary, I wanted to write so much else to you but I'm getting awfully tired now. I shall continue tomorrow. Good night for now.

Lovingly,

Kinana.

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She closed her diary and put away her things, preparing for bed. She pulled the curtains and changed into her night garments. Then she whispered sincere prayers to God and laid down, weary from a long day yet, preparing for a spine-chilling nightmare. Then she remembered a gentle voice in her dazed mind: "Good night, my sweet Kinana; I'll always be here for you and you for me." She closed her eyes hoping that someday, these memories would come back... These words, this voice,... it had been ringing in her mind for quite a few nights now...

Author's Note: Hey, guys!!

I know that that was awfully sad... But don't worry! It'll get better... I promise...

So, what do you think? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Any flaws?

I'm sure Erik will come soon...

Anyways, I really hope you guys like it!! Please leave comments and votes! (:

-NikiFanfic.