Author's Note: Yay! It's finally here- the complete revamp of Eyes of Purple. If you read the first one, don't be fooled into thinking it's just rehashing the same story, because this is a whole new one. Well, pretty much. Similar premise with much, much more. You'll just have to see for yourself. :D
Disclaimer: Isaiah, Davina, Snarlmonger, Falon, and Doron are spawns of my own mind. Yayness! The other's are property of C.S. Lewis.
Chapter 1- Trauma
Davina Kane set the alarm on her cell phone and plugged it into the wall charger before hitting the lights. It wasn't that she really had anywhere to go tomorrow, just that she had a bad tendency to sleep in as long as her body would let her.
Nuzzling up to her pillow, she thought about what tomorrow had in store. Mom had promised that they would go get her driver's license. She and her twin had turned sixteen only days ago. Isaiah was still bad enough at driving that Mom wouldn't let him get his yet. Not that he cared much, he claimed he'd much rather ride a horse than a car any day. Davina failed to see the attraction.
Dad would be leaving for New York tomorrow, though. He'd been traveling pretty often with his new job, which was a fair annoyance to the rest. They hated when he wasn't home, but knew it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He had to bring home the bacon somehow.
She rolled onto her back and let her eyes close wearily, letting a dreamless sleep wash over her.
"Davina! Wake up! Please wake up!" A frantic voice shook her from her sleep, along with the arms currently jerking her up and down.
She immediately noticed the panicked tone her brother was using and her eyes shot open. Her attempt to ask him what was going on, though, was suddenly choked from her mouth as she began to cough painfully.
Hardly able to see in the dark room, she became aware of a roaring noise and the face that the black basket ball shorts and over-sized Batman t-shirt she'd fallen asleep in were sticking to her skin.
Isaiah was pulling her out of the bed before her brain could register any more than that.
"The house is on fire, Vina." he yelled over the dull roar, beginning to cough as well.
He ran to the door and felt it, pulling away when the wood burned him. They wouldn't be able to get out that way.
Moving to the window, Davina blinked back the smoke that was irritating her eyes and held her breath in an attempt to stifle the coughing. She opened it quickly and stuck her head out, sucking in a deep breath of less smoky air before looking down.
"Jump now!" Isaiah yelled from behind her. She tried to look back at him, but was greeted by another blast of smoke that was pouring from the opening she'd created by opening the window. Instead she looked back down while she climbed out the window and jumped, closing her eyes to brace herself.
The moment she was in the air, she decided against the closed eyes thing and they shot back open. She had less than a second before she hit the ground. She made an attempt at rolling, but that's easier seen than done. She felt her ankle turn the wrong way as she hit the solid earth and let out a cry of pain when she did.
She lay there for a moment before she heard another thud, her brother beside her.
"You okay, Vina?" he yelled.
She didn't bother to answer, but let him help her up, leaning heavily on her left foot in order to relieve some of the pain on her right. Both turned toward the house with wide eyes, barely hearing the sirens blaring as they were nearing the home.
"Our house." she croaked forlornly, her throat protesting the action with a vengeance.
Isaiah moved to the closest window, which led to their parent's window and peeked in, hands wrapped around his face to see better.
He turned back, voice rising in pitch, "Mom and Dad are still in there!"
Davina felt her heart drop into her stomach as her eyes shot open five times wider than they had been before. She looked around quickly and limped over to the pool broom that lay on the ground beside the pool.
"Help me. We can break the window with this."
Isaiah sprinted over, but the moment he reached her, a loud creaking noise broke through the night air and the section of their home above their parents' room came crashing down, collapsing on itself.
Isaiah tackled his sister as debris flew toward them. He only waited a second before hopping back up to his feet and grabbing Davina's hand, pulling her quickly away from the house.
"But Mom and Dad!" she screamed, trying to pull away from her twin.
"They're dead, Vina." he yelled back, voice choked by sorrow. "There's nothing we can do now."
They continued running toward tree cover as they're house continued to give way and fall atop itself. Isaiah might as well have been dragging Davina, who was having trouble keeping up, ankle dragging painfully.
They made it a few feet into the trees when they both stumbled over an outstretched root and went tumbling to the ground. Davina let out a scream as she fell, but the ground wasn't as hard as she had anticipated. In fact, it was rather soft... and wet.
She pushed herself up and found she was looking at something white, though it was hard to see in the dark night.
"Is this snow?" she asked, pushing herself up and staring at her twin with wide eyes.
"In Texas? It's August!" he declared in disbelief as he lifted a handful.
"Where are we?"
"How am I supposed to know?" Isaiah retorted, before letting out a growl of frustration. "What on earth are we supposed to do now?"
"I'm scared." Davina whispered, voice raising in pitch as she did.
Isaiah scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her.
"It's gonna be okay, sis. We'll be fine." he cooed. "Let's just find a good place to lay down, everything will be better in the morning.
Isaiah woke with a start. Eyes fluttering open, he realized that he was freezing. Apparently a tanktop and cut off shorts aren't ideal for winter weather wherever they now were. Davina was curled up against him and he didn't move, not wanting to wake her or take her source a heat from her.
Now was his chance to think, but that wasn't helping him any. Nothing made sense. His parents were dead, he and his sister were lost, and there was snow on the ground. They weren't in Texas anymore, but where else could they be?
Davina groaned and scooted in closer, body shaking from the cold. He made to wrap his arms around her to warm her some when he heard gruff voices approaching.
At first, he thought it was his imagination, but the voices grew louder and he decided it would be best for them to get up and maybe hide. They knew nothing about where they were and most certainly didn't need to be caught unaware.
He shook his sister awake, more gently than he had a few hours before, and quietly told her what was happening. They quickly moved behind the tree as the speakers came in view.
Three large wolves stalked into sight, startling the hidden pair. They had been expecting people, not wolves. Just as Isaiah began to wonder where the voices had come from then, one of them spoke.
"What're we doing down here, Snarlmonger? If we get caught, they'll kill us."
"Don't question me, fool." another responded. "You know why we're here- to avenge our queen's death."
Isaiah's eyes shot wide and he turned back to Davina, back pressed against the bark of the tree, heart pounding in his throat. His eyes scanned the area, but there were no trees close that had low enough branches to climb, and certainly none that Davina could get to before the wolves would be upon them.
"Wait." one said. The soft thud of paws in the snow halted and the twins held their breath.
"What is it, Falon?"
"I smell something. Something close." sounds of sniffing. "It's human."
"The queens should be out picking berries, but there aren't any bushes over here. Why would they be this close?" one asked in a harsh whisper.
"It's not them. The queens would have guards, at least horses, this is pure human- no animal scent on it."
"Come out!" One howled gruffly. "You'd do wise, human to make your move now before we do."
"Stay here." Isaiah whispered harshly, stepping out from behind the tree. "It's just me."
"And me." Davina limped out, trying not to show her pain. Her twin cursed under his breath, but she pretended not to notice. "Please, can you help us? We're lost."
"You're not from around here, are you?" the closest wolf chuckled. "You'll want no help from us."
She took a step back, Isaiah moved a bit more in front of her.
"A Son of Adam and a Daughter of Eve. Plenty to go around." another bent it's head low as the two in the back began moving to either side of them.
"Now look here-" Isaiah began to protest, leaning down to pick up a large stick close by.
"Move in, boys."
The moment he gave the command, all three lunged at the twins.
A yelp rang out as Isaiah was able to fend off the first, but it was mostly drowned out by Davina's blood-curdling scream as the next sunk his teeth into her arm and pulled her to the ground. Isaiah whacked the lead wolf before turning to take a whack at the one gnawing on his sister's arm. He didn't get much done though, because at that point the first wolf tackled him from behind, sending him onto his face. Davina let out another scream as the leader clamped down on her thigh.
"Shut her up, Falon. Go for her throat."
Isaiah heard him yell and felt adrenaline rush through his body, but the pain from where the beast was clamping onto his shoulder combined with it's weight were hard to throw off.
He could hear Davina sobbing and that's what pushed him to try harder, finally shaking the over-sized dog off him and kicking it in the face. It yelped as it fell back, but Isaiah turned his attention to his sister. Her left arm was around her neck and the Falon beast bit hard to get her to move it.
Before he got the chance to kick at it, though, an dagger suddenly appeared in it's side and he was made aware of the hoof beats he heard approaching. A roar rang out as a cheetah flew over him and crashed into Snarlmonger, rolling away from Davina as they fought.
Isaiah's head swung back and he was greeted by the sight of two girls on horses. He heard a wolf-like growl as the one he'd kicked moments before lunged for him, but an arrow was imbedded in it's side before he could properly react.
He moved to his twin quickly, worry quickly overtaking any emotions of gratitude he would have normally felt. He moved her arm away from her neck and lifted her out of the snow, holding her close.
"You okay, Vina?" he asked shakily.
"What happened?" she asked, tears streaking her face.
"I think we've been rescued. Can you stand?"
"Maybe."
He pulled her up and into his side, careful to avoid her wounds. The moment she had to put weight on either leg, though she cried out in pain and her legs gave out. He whimpered slightly as he held her up out of the snow and put his other arm under her legs to carry her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she apparently passed out. He could still tell that she was breathing fine, but fear rolled through his stomach anyway.
It was only then that he realized the two girls had dismounted and were close by him.
"She needs medical attention." The older girl stated, laying a hand on his shoulder. "As do you. Can you ride?"
He mutely nodded.
"Follow us." she then looked past him. "Doron, we must get them back quickly."
He didn't know who she was talking to, nor did her particularly care. His twin was hurt and losing blood and he wasn't about to lose her too.