Mad at Mouse Part 19

He was sleeping. Destiny watched for a while before slipping out. So that was a King.

A King, a Keyblader, a Magician.

Those were just the hats she knew about, she wondered how many jobs were left untended because the Mouse had taken too much on?

He seemed to be healing. She casually took a glance over his chart as she left the healing wing.

It seemed strange to her that they hadn’t continued testing. He was sick. They didn’t know why. Sure he was healing, but that had more to do with the Dark Heart not being done with him yet.

Destiny considered. It would be so easy to drain that power away, causing a relapse. The mouse was a burden, appearing to be healthy while at any moment he could crumple.

That was dangerous.

Whatever plan she came up with, it was likely the Keybladers would need to play a key part, they had last time, and every time since according to the records.

On the scale of things one Keyblader shouldn’t be that important, but they were so few now.

She needed to think.

She wanted a puzzle she could solve. All this research was giving her a headache. There was so much missing, so many gaps, but where there wasn’t gaps there were mountains of knowledge to digest.

She slipped in and out of the Dining Hall, picking up something brightly coloured and wobbly. She didn’t know what it was called, but there was always a pile of them and it transported well.

She wandered, letting her head clear. She was starting to think the answers wouldn’t be found here, if they were to be found at all.

Twilight seemed to object to her presence.

It didn’t make sense for her to stay, once she had finished in their library.

She found herself outside and stared up at the sky.

The stars were moving, they always danced to music she could not hear.

Now? They ran.

Something was coming.