Falling Hopes

by Mintz2520

What if Sebastian (Johnathan Christopher Morgenstern) was not always alone? What if there was someone else who got him, felt his pain, and befriended him. This is the story of Sebastian and his parabatai, Kat, who has her fair share of monster in her, up through his childhood and until his death. If aught but death part thee and me. I will die if my parabatai part from me.

1. Run Into Ashes

Falling Hopes

Chapter 1

A swift shadow ran through the forest, soft bare feet pounding silently on the forest floor. Red hair flashing in the moonlight when the dark canopy above allowed it through. Roots and stumps, thorns and vines tripping the poor creature as it ran. A flash illuminated the darkened creature.

Her brown eyes glowing, her soft lips mouthing words as the glow in the palm of her hand grew till it was a blinding white-blue illuminating every detail of the forest. The flash ended and the figure seemed to disappear. A fox rushed into the underbrush and scurried as far away as possible.

It's trek took it through the forest and following a stream as it turned to a river. A flash, the same quality as before, appeared and reviled a small girl in the place the fox stood not moments before. Her long red hair with black tips water falling down to her waist. She wore a black dress, torn and battered against her pale, slightly bruising skin. Her hair was a mess of leaves and twigs as well as many other forest matter. Her tiny childish feet caked with mud up to her mid shin.

It was not her appearance that spoke for her but her soft eyes. They held the softness of a freshly broken heart, tears holding back giving them a glossy appearance. They regarded the world around her as if untrusting. They were the eyes that knew loss, knew what it felt like to have to forget, know what hardships life comes with. They knew. Such mature eyes looked out of place on her small figure and childishly chubby face. Based on her looks alone her face and size foretold of no more than six, but her eyes told otherwise. They were the eyes of an elder that knew of life and sadness, forgetting and loosing, to have to leave what we love.

She stood alone against the wind and wept bitterly her tiny hands wiping furiously at her eyes. The echo of her sobs reflecting that of her broken heart. The two fox ears that now sat on top of her head lay flat against her head as the sobs racked her body. She fell to her knees, her energy all gone, and pulled her legs tightly to her chest, her eyes closed tightly to block as many tears as could be. Her soft scarlet and black tail wrapped it's way around her body in a soft embrace. She was a lost child, one who could never return to the place she used to feel a fondness for, her home, for it no longer existed. She could never return and pull her life back out of the ashes. It was gone.

Giving a shuddering breath she stood and quickly crossed the forest floor to a hill and surveyed the land around. Her tear stained eyes made a kaleidoscope of colors. She was looking for anything that could help or hinder her. Her eyes finally settled on a small light in the distance and seeing that it was her only seen path she took a few wobbly steps towards it and broke into a run following the light in her darkness.

She froze as she noted where the light was coming from. A lightly lit cottage stood against the dark rolling hills and the stars. Her heart fell slightly at the realization that people would live there. She reverted into her fox form and walked up beside the house under the cover of darkness and the shadows tossed by the house. She lay in the soft, warm hay and lay there, her heart too heavy to cry now. She finally dozed off into a troubled sleep.