Hello, humans! This is a fanfic that I have just started, but I have plans for this one. This is set in the times after the war, so all that's cleared up. Most characters from the books won't be there, but I hope I can make this work. What I have so far is not perfected yet, so I will probably be going back and making a few edits. Read and enjoy, and review/favorite/follow!
xoxo,
Cress070
"Akaterine Sirena Dracos! Get down here this minute!"
Kat groaned, and popped out her earbuds, hearing the faint sounds of the Beatles still coming from the tinny speakers. She swung her legs off her bed, maneuvering out of her small attic room, and stubbed her toe on the suitcase sitting by the rickety stairs.
"Skata!" Kat hopped around, in that specific excruciating pain that comes from whacking your toe on a suitcase.
"Akaterine! Let's go!"
"Coming…" Kat said halfheartedly, placing her foot back down on the floor. She could tell her dad was mad. He only ever called her by her full name when he was angry. Her report card had probably come, and with a case of ADHD and a fair dose of dyslexia, the grades were almost decidedly going to be awful. Not to mention that her dad was pretty high-strung right now, what with preparing for their trip to New York tomorrow.
She trudged down the stairs, which were sunbleached from the skylight throwing down sunbeams.
"What is it, dad?" she asked, coming into the kitchen. He waved an official-looking piece of paper over his head. Just as she had guessed. Her report card.
"I can explain…" she began.
"Kat, I don't need an explanation," her dad began. "It's not your fault." he waved the piece of paper in the air again, and this time Kat saw that he was gesturing to their small kitchen window, which now had a hole. Shattered glass had been swept into the sink, and something was on the kitchen table, something that Kat had never seen before.
A shining bow, made of something that seemed otherworldly. As Kat stared, she heard a voice, a whisper, calling her in.
Éna vélos temachízetai mésa apó éna plégma oneíron,
Kai énas gígantas me tin anása tou angélou sfyrízei to skotádi,
O íroás mou tóra den eínai o chrónos sas, allá eínai ólo kai pio kontá…
Kat felt a hand on her shoulder, but it didn't matter. She had to listen to this, voice, because it was important. It had the answers.
Viasýni, paidí, i mitéra sou periménei,
Pyrovoloún eftheía kai alítheia,
Vreíte tis apantíseis,
Kai den échoun kamía ntropí,
Giatí den xérete ti dýnamí sas…
She reached out and touched the bow. Suddenly, like a rubber band snapping, the world was clear. She could see for the first time. She saw the grain of the wood in her stairs, the veins in a fly's wings, and the tears in the eyes of her father.
"Dad? Are you okay?"
He looked up, shoulders shaking.
"Kat, we need to leave. Now."
"What-"
"Get your bags. We need to go."
"But-"
"Now, Akaterine!"
Kat let go of the bow, noticing how everything dulled. It had stopped whispering now, and she wondered what had come over her as she raced up the stairs. She grabbed the suitcase that had plagued her toe, and started shoving stuff in. Shorts, shirts, all her underwear, socks, sunscreen, her keys, her scrapbook, her comics, a deck of cards, her headphones, iPod… she surveyed her room, and was about to leave when she raced back in and grabbed her stuffed dragon, Foosh.
Ket raced down the stairs, and found her dad already there, waiting for her.
"Into the car."
"But why-"
"Not now. We need to go while we still have some time. Take the bow and quiver, Kat."
He left to warm up their old Ford pickup truck.
Kat grabbed the bow and quiver, relishing the way the world instantly sharpened as her hand closed around its grip. She slung the quiver over her shoulder and raced out to the car.
"Akaterine? Is that you?" Ms. Espada, Kat's ancient neighbor, was sitting in a rocking chair on her porch, knitting something with long silver needles. Ms. Espada had been around as long as Kat could remember, and was like a grandmother to her.
Kat walked up her porch steps.
"I'm here, Ms. Espada, but I have to leave."
She grasped her hands, which were leathery and shaking.
"Be safe, young Akaterine," Ms. Espada said, "And never attempt to cheat fate."
The old lady took the last thread of her yarn in one hand, huge scissors in another, and snipped the wool. Something about that sharp chiiiink! as the scissors cut the wool was chilling, final almost.
"Kat! Get away from her!" her dad yelled. Kat was shocked to hear the quiver of terror on his voice. He ran over to them and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from Ms. Espada.
"What did she do?" he asked.
"Nothing, dad, really, she just told me to be careful, and to not cheat fate."
"And what did she do with the wool?"
"She cut it, because-"
"Hurry. We have less time then I thought."
He got into their grey pickup truck, and slammed his door. Kat got into the passenger side, and tucked her backpack under her seat.
The car revved up, and they shot out of their driveway, careening around the tight street corners of their small greek neighborhood.
"Dad, where are we going? You have to tell me, now."
He sighed, and shook his head.
"Somewhere I should have taken you, a long, long, time ago. I just wasn't ready, and I'm still not. Kat, I'm going to tell you a story, and I need you to listen."
So that's what I've got! I will probably do a few quick updates and then things will slow down, but this is it!
Thank you for reading!