Sole Memorial

Under Watchful Eyes

Whew! That took a over a week. Just gonna keep posting this here, since it's here and stuff. Okay!

Disclaimer: Once again, none of these guys are mine. They belong to Disney/Pixar. I kinda hope they show up in Kingdom Hearts 3.

"Bright" and "warm" were the typical words one would use to describe the summer, and "colorful" would be thrown in for this particular time. Chatter and laughter filled the streets from both adults and children alike as they followed the cobblestone path to a large pasture that served as land for a fair. The fairgrounds were littered with lines of more colorful tents that served as shops, games, even fortune tellers. Here and there were petting farms for the little ones or animal lovers and to the further end there was an empty plot for races or reserved reenactments.

Perhaps the cream of the crop was the circus that had come to town: P.T. Flea's. A proud red and white tent stood right in the center of the fairgrounds and the stars gave previews of the night's acts outside. Rosie had a scaffold set up in order to practice her elaborate silk dancing; Manny was practicing the magic of metamorphosis with Gypsy; Dim led fellow animals around while Tuck and Roll jumped from back to back. They enjoyed cheers and applause from the audience gathered around, and they were eager for more come sundown.

One would think that clowns would be walking around, and they were. They were also calling, not in any comedic manner, but concerned and maybe panicked.

"Flik!"

"Flik, kiddo!"

"Vere are you?"

With his face hidden under a green cap, the missing young man weaved between man, woman, boy, and girl to the edge of the fairgrounds. In his arms was a parcel that he held as dear as a baby, careful to protect it from impact of wall or body. His feet flew from grass to cobblestone as the runner made his way to no direction in particular. As the crowd diminished, he soon found himself in a plaza, complete with a fountain and a full view of the Anterrian castle.

The hum of the water soothed him, a sweet contrast to the varied screams back at the fair and the deafening quiet of the caravans. Flik breathed the smell of fresh bread and sweets from a nearby bakery and took a seat at the fountain. Yes, this was the perfect spot to get to work. He unwrapped his parcel, a small catapult, and began to fiddle with its parts.

His thoughts began to wander, despite his attempts to concentrate on the catapult. By now, it had become routine for him to sneak away from the circus while busy. It wasn't that he disliked being there, but he sometimes needed some wide open and bustling space on his own. The others could be a bit stifling when trying to help him through the effects of his curse: Dying Memory.

Manny had told Flik about it once, and then reminded him a few times. The common knowledge of the spell was that it erased memories, and personal experience told him it left years-long damage on his now-small soul. He hadn't given it much thought for the first few years, but lately he wanted to know why someone cast such a spell on him. He had entertained a few scenarios: maybe he was some sort of master criminal back in the day, or he walked in on a murder scene, or he just insulted a very powerful and petty witch or warlock. Honestly, nothing made sense except that he was sure someone just really hated him.

But enough of that for now. "Let's see... The trigger looks kinda loose." He began fiddling with said trigger, not realizing how close to the catapult arm he had been leaning, when the sling came loose and the cup bore all its force on his poor forehead. "Ow! That smarts!" He set the catapult down next to him and rubbed the sore spot.

"Haha! You're so weird!"

Flik blinked at the new voice and turned to his left, where a lilac-haired child was sitting. She was smiling and laughing at him, but he couldn't find it in himself to be mad at her. Probably because he worked in a circus. "Um..."