Hi there! These are a series of drabbles, which I call "die and dictionary drabbles" due to the process in which I write them: I get a die (or surfingwolfqueen) to pick a number 1-6, then I close my eyes and open my dictionary to a random page and run my finger down the page and end up on a word. So I try to connect them. It's fun!

Hope you enjoy!

It was not the first time Elaeus had been awoken by Ienzo in the middle of the night, and he was sure it would not be the last. The child held on tightly to him, shivering and wide-eyed and ever so warm.

"Ienzo, what's wrong?" Elaeus asked, "Did you have a nightmare again?"

The child nodded, but said nothing. He snuggled against Elaeus, burying himself in the blankets.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Elaeus murmured into the blankets.

Ienzo, again, did not respond. How he'd love to tell his friend of the dream – how he desperately wanted to forget the dark creatures choking him in the night while Xehanort smiled calmly from somewhere above him and, laughing, pushed him into the oblivion. How he fell and fell into the night without ever crashing into the earth below, where silent safety waited for him.

But he smiled lightly and, despite the fear in his morning-blue eyes, simply shook his head.

"It was nothing, just a dream." Ienzo lied. "Come morning, I won't remember an inkling of it." he whispered to the night; or, by the sound of the great clock from the hall, morning.

"Well, if you're still a little scared, you can sleep here. I can take you back to your room after you fall asleep." Elaeus said to him. Ienzo nodded, "yeah, that…sounds nice." he said sleepily.

So Elaeus stroked the child's downy hair until he fell asleep. And sure enough, when Ienzo woke in his own room a few hours later, he remembered nothing of the night's omens.

Ienzo - "omen"

a/n – I'm listening to a dirge. It…uh….set the mood. More up soon. Please tell me what you think.