The Gift.
Disclaimer: None are mine, just playing in (and ruining) their sandboxes.
My grammar sucks but my lovely betas studying for exams and I don't want to bother her.
The Powers that be paused their card game, a card game without cards, without dice. They looked down below them, seeing the infinite number of universes revolving and noticed with a start that something was happening that shouldn't, something they hadn't foretold. A universe that was a card in many of The Powers That Be's current hands had taken the wrong fork in the road and they watched in helpless amusement, and the slightest hint of anger, as the blond slayer swan dived from the tower made by the Mad Hell Gods minions and entered the lighting cloud.
The Power That Be shuffled the deck of cards; a dead sane slayer was no fun for them… Four cards feel from The Powers that Be's hands, yes they would do.
Hogwarts, England.
It had been a particularly horrible day for Neville Longbottom, which had (like most horrible days) started as soon as he got up and continued to be horrible until just before 10 at night. He was in the hospital wing; which was not uncommon on double potions day, and had been trying to ignore the itching, orange burn.
It was then things went from bad to weird, even for Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall ran in all a-flustered calling for Madam Pomfrey followed closely by Hagrid who held a delicate blond girl, in his arms.
"She just fell out of the sky!"
Troy, 12th century BC
The night sky seemed to shimmer, the wind rose but the trees fell silent. She stood silent, still and waited.
"End of the beginning, beginning of the end."
Soft words uttered, the attendant didn't stir.
Overhead the sky crackled, lighting danced and as the ancient world slept a woman fell from the sky.
Anger, burning a blue flame flared within Cassandra.
"Apollo! Apollo! I beseech you! The gods bring change and we are blind to it! Your anger has condemned us all!"
The sky become calm as Cassandra, her feet heavy, sought out the woman who would change history forever.
USA, Washington.
She was not like the others; there was no missing persons report, she didn't remember her name, or the day she disappeared. She just was.
She, like the others, was in perfect health but something was… different about her.
The guys laughed when he said that. She was one of the 4400 they were all… different.
He heard someone describe her as predatory, at first he didn't understand, how could someone so small and blond be predatory? Then he noticed how she moved, like a cat.
She was a mystery
She was a mystery even after they found the death certificate.
Post- Pulse Seattle, 2019If they had looked out the window the night of the blackout, when the thunderstorm raged they might have seen her fall, they might have seen her enter the future that she would change, a future that she wouldn't live to see again.
But they didn't look out the window, they didn't see her fall but they did meet her later, they watched as she fought their fight, a golden Slayers fury. And they watched as she disappeared.
Later many called in a trick of the light, river of denial still running strong, but Max knew and she never forgot.
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