The Dragoness
CNorth
WU-girl spinoff (Same characters, but they haven't been to Hogwarts, and never will in this story line)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Wheel of Time references made in this story. Robert Jordan does.
Wheel of Time Series by Robert Jordan fandom
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one age, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, three young girls walked down a crowded street. This was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
Chelli Roberts and Jenny Jordan had lived in the same town their entire lives, until college. Now that they were separated for nine months out of the year, it was unsurprising to anyone who knew them that the two were together as often as possible. Hollie Reece, the third girl in the group, was a friend of Chelli's from Winthrop University, where Hollie was a music major, and Chelli was a psychology major. She had come to visit Chelli for the weekend, even though they would be back at school just two weeks later. Hollie and Jenny had a lot in common, and from the minute they met, had gotten along great. With Jenny leaving for her college the next week, they had decided a shopping trip was in order, and headed downtown to the thriving city life of Knoxville, Tennessee.
Actually, the city didn't really have much in the way of shopping. But since they were really just in need of an excuse to leave the house, it would suffice. Like in most major cities, there were quite a few very weird people floating around. Junkies and homeless popped up on occasion, and from a far away street corner, they could hear a "prophet" shouting that Armageddon was coming. Chelli, who loved reading occult fiction, scoffed. She had no faith in prophecies, no matter how many of Nostradamus' had come true. Her friend Lori, on the other hand, would have been up at the man's side, naming every sign and prophecy requirement that had been fulfilled. Chelli ran her fingers through her shoulder length brown hair and rolled her eyes at the blondes on either side of her.
Just as they were about to enter Bath and Body Works, a loud gunshot rang out behind them. Jenny tensed as pain erupted in her leg, a soft cry the only noise that escaped her as she collapsed to the ground. Shoving Hollie to the side, into the store's entryway, Chelli dropped automatically into a crouch next to Jenny. The bullet had hit low in her calf, ripping through muscle without hitting bone.
"Can you crawl over to where Hollie is, blondie?" she asked, gazing at the girl fondly when she nodded and began her movement towards safety.
Several more shots rang out, one shattering the storefront that sheltered Hollie, another striking inches from where Chelli was crouched. The girl let muscle memory from her fencing and martial arts classes take over, and she rolled rapidly out of the way of another bullet. She knew her best bet was to wait until the shooter was out of ammo, and then dive for safety before he could load another clip. But that would draw attention back to Jenny and Hollie, and also make it way too easy for them to be trapped. Quickly counting, she realized only half the clip had been fired so far. Whatever was going on with this person, the three girls had definitely been targeted.
She scrambled hurriedly as the sound of another shot rang out. She had let her attention wander, and had almost been hit because of it. Without even thinking, she bolted off down the street, zigzagging to make herself a harder target to hit. Two more bullets missed her, and she gave a sigh of relief, slowing momentarily to catch her breath. Six bullets-a full clip fired, and she wasn't hurt. She glanced briefly towards Jenny and Hollie, and saw that Hollie was on her cell phone. Further away, she could hear sirens wailing as they approached. Her eyes searched to find where the bullets had originated from, and she quickly noticed a dark, cloaked figure up on top of one of the buildings. Grinning, she ducked into a back alley. The hunter was about to become the hunted.