New story alert lovely readers! Been working on this one the past few days and I am halfway done. So it should probably get finished. To all of you who are reading Spark of Hope, sorry for the delay, my muse just up and left for Cybertron. Pretty sure she'll come back in June to watch the new movie with me. I do not own Avatar or anything one may find on the Avatar Wiki. All the other bullshit is, unfortunately, mine. ;)
Katherine Stone grew up on the old faerie-tales. The ones without the happily ever after, where the princesses die or go blind, where the princes were turned into swans or raised as conceded brats. Life was like a faerie-tale; horrible and unfair.
That's what she thought when her boyfriend of four years lost his ability to walk in Venezuela. That's what she thought when he then broke up with her because 'Kat could do better than a worthless cripple'.
That's what Kat thought when one of her best friends was knifed down for the money in his wallet. Not that Tommy had any, he had been mooching off of Jake and Kat for as long as the three knew each other. Which was a pretty long time considering Tom and Jake were twins, and Kat the annoying next door neighbor who followed the brothers around until they finally decided to like her.
'Life is a faerie-tale' had essentially become Kat's motto.
Jake and Kat had made peace from the brake-up years before. It was his shoulder Kat cried on during Tommy's funeral. It was his apartment Kat took over when she couldn't handle the silence of her own, surrounded by the empty possessions of her former roommate. And it will be with him Kat will travel five light-years in space to a moon called Pandora. Tommy was so excited for this mission, but now, as the genetically identical twin, Jake will take his place. It's not that Kat was mad Jake was coming instead of Tommy, but she couldn't help but wish it was all three them making the journey.
They say in cryo you don't dream. Kat didn't wholly believe that little fact. She wouldn't call it dreaming exactly, but she knew something happened. And she knew, somehow, someway, she needed to remember what that something was.