Not sure where this one was going but I think it came out pretty ok, it's relatively short since some cray cray shitstorm is on the way.

"A Keyblade," I summon the odd shaped blade in my hand, "nature." I hold up my empty left hand, nothing special or out of the ordinary happening in this hand. Why can I not grasp control over Mother Nature like Sia does? She is clear and distinct about what she wants to happen but I am confused and lost. I knew that there was something different about me-leaves played around my hand and I levitated snowballs at Knuckles in the winter, I was not completely ignorant of these powers. And there was the time I lost control and almost destroyed this island. Losing control of myself gave me dominion over nature from what I can remember and Knuckles' recollection of what happened.

"Why are you bringing that up again?" asks Knuckles when I ask him to tell me what happened back then. "You were pissed and that was that."

"What else? There was more to that," I reply as I glance up to the clouds enveloping the sun. It is hard to grasp that the sky is a mirror of the emotions I am unable to portray. Is that no matter how hard I tried, I could not cry? Mother failed to tell me that before Sia blasted me out-she is so young yet so much stronger than me, I do not understand.

"You were hateful back then okay?" he crosses his arms over his white crescent. He has been more understanding these past couple of days which only means he has been less abrasive than usual. I can only assume he wants to walk on eggshells around me because I almost died the other day. "Why do you wanna know?"

"I want to figure something out, can you answer the question?"

"I can't explain that kind of shit, just forget about it."

"No. It is important to help me understand myself a bit more."

"It's not like you have to-"

"I do."

"Fine, your hatred of me and your bad situation pissed you off, I really don't like talking about it," admits Knuckles. I lean back on the steps, satisfied with an answer at last. From what I recalled, a man kept telling me to hate everyone and everything around me and I drowned in shame and guilt. It was when I was overwhelmed with emotion, which never happens to me as often as it does to other people; I was as more powerful than Sia at that time. No Sia is strong in her natural state too I am sure, she must be holding back some of her power. Thinking about her is only going to make me doubt myself so I should stop this frivolous pondering. I forget that my arm is tingling from refusing Knuckles' original command to forget about what happened. "Where you going?"

"To the ruins of this island. I need to investigate there." There are so many unanswered questions I have for Jenuy but I will never have the chance to ask him again. Like where this Keyblade came from and-other things I am going to forget. If Mother is not ashamed of my life then I know Father is. He would have me training nonstop-from the day I came in contact with Mother-for me to tap into my "natural" potential. I would be as strong and nimble as Sia. Now that I think about it, Jenuy most likely trained her in the arts of nature, could he train me too? He did treat me like royalty so I doubt he would refuse to accept me under his wing. "And then there is the Keyblade to think about," I say aloud as I stroll through the verdure and reach the crumbling ruins. I look down at the crack in the smashed tile. This is where I found my Keyblade, "the weapon that can open the doors to anything". But why did it break off? I sit down and cross my legs while laying the broken periwinkle blade across them. Why did I not realize how badly damaged it is? I cannot blame myself, I have never seen a sword of this kind of structure before; I cannot also be the only owner of such a blade. Sia is stronger than me and better so why was she not bestowed with the blade of a key? This is a selective sword-do not let your mind wander.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply, and then let out a deep sigh. I am the owner of this broken blade and I must make it work for me as best as I can until I can figure out how to fix it. Knowing and understanding this blade will give me a good advantage in battle. I get on my feet, holding the sword over my head. The tip does look like an old-fashion key and it looks more worn down than when I first found it here. Whatever I am doing to this deteriorating blade stops today. I am going to make this blade sharper and better-broken keys are sharper than the dull, flat ones anyway.

Why must this child torment me so? When will I ever get a break from her foolishness? Wherever I put her, she comes back, leaving a trail of blood straight to me. Will that child ever let her anger and jealousy go? This is what happens when I let a fire burn inside someone this young for far too long, the fire simply augments and dies when it is satisfied with swallowing everything. Sia's fire not only burns intensely but it scorches everything around her. Her sister, from a first glance, does have a fire burning within her too, but it is radiant. Risa was drastically different from her younger sister; I didn't expect her to be so level-headed and respectful. I'm sure that's how Risa was raised but Sia wasn't raised that differently despite born here. I smile to myself as I lean back in the humongous hot tub, letting the bubbles crawl up to my chin. My visitors, and even my Jewels, think that it's merely my means of relaxing but by soaking in the sizzling water, I remain in contact with Risa and Sia's mother, my mind attune to her presence. "What's troubling you Jenuy?" asks my Jewel named Fioji.

"Why do you think something is wrong?" I stroke her flaky auburn hair. "You need to wash your hair more thoroughly."

"Ah so nothing plajeesi* Ranoque?"

"Yes."

"Sure?"

"Yes my Jewel."

"I cannot sit next to an erique!" she spits exasperatedly, squirming from under my arm. Fioji easily pulls herself out of the tub, which is very steep for a short female like herself. She has such a supple body and brains to match, that is why she is one of my favorite Jewels. I gently hold her ankle and caress it with my finger.

"Alaj, my Jewel. Re Gis H* tells you to come back to me," I say softly while stroking her bare calves. She turns to me with a cross expression, my favorite tiij of hers. Her nose wiggles habitually and it is even sexier when she is naked like right now.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?"

"That and a story." I know she loves hearing stories. "Will you listen to my tale?"

"That and more Re Gis H." She jumps back into the bubbly hot tub and rests her head on my hairy chest. The bubbles enthusiastically stir and in a matter of minutes, steam brings a fog into the chamber-a fog so thick one would perfect eyesight would need special equipment to see through this. Fogs are perfect for storytelling. "Re Gis H."

"Yes my Jewel?"

"Does this story involve you?"

"Yes."

"And your family?"

"It has to do with Sia."

"She's a very yut-zeih* child. To be honest, she has always scared me ever from since she was a little girl. I saw zeds burning in her vi* one time. Don't laugh I'm being honest, I swear to you!"

"Do not swear my Jewel, just allow me to tell you what is bothering me."

J.G.P.

Key

Plajeesi: bothers, troubles

Re Gis H is pronounced "Reh-geesh", the H isn't pronounced by itself, I didn't make that clear in the other story, my bad.

Yut: the negation prefix. Since "zeih" means patience, yut-zeih implies impatience

Vi: eyes