Her feet stepped lightly, tips of her toes lightly gracing the floor. Images of pale ballet slippers flashed with every step and pirouette she made. Dancing was her profession for several years, and it was all the young woman ever dreamed of doing in her life. Nothing else seemed to matter as much. Every time she laced up her Pointe shoes and stepped, it made her feel invincible. December 24th was approaching, the night of her grand performance in "The Nutcracker," and Naminé felt more than ready, but there was just one thing missing.
No matter how many times the ivory haired girl wracked her brain, it didn't come to her. Stopping her