Hope anyone reading this enjoys it. Not sure when I'll update, but this idea just struck me and I couldn't get it out of my mind.
Chapter One – You Are My Sunshine
"...You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away..."
– Pine Ridge Boys
The distinct taste of blood ran over her tongue as she watched the terrifying scene from where she was hiding. The man, the archer, could burn for all she cared but that little boy hadn't done anything... she fought against the urge to stay out of it.
'No...' Zora thought to herself 'Maybe I could make it to the boy if...'
She didn't get a chance to finish her thought.
It was too late. Something had gone ahead and made its move... to help them.
In a breath she knew what had happened and before Zora could think about what she was doing she had already run over to that crumpled body lying on the broken streets of the rubble that had once been her city.
A rage spiked within her. This was all too familiar. It had taken so long to get back some of what they had lost. And here it was again, being taken away, while she was helplessly doing nothing.
'Well not nothing...' she coughed the dust from the ruined buildings out of her lungs as she heaved the body over on to its back.
It had been years, they had both changed... but she would have known that strange hair anywhere.
Blinking the dirt out of her amber eyes, she stared down at his wrecked form.
"You..." he wheezed, barely audible over the sounds of destruction around them.
"Hey! Back off!" an irritatingly American voice shouted behind her.
Ignoring it Zora lifted up the hem of the dying man's shirt.
"Solnyshka..." he croaked out, his dimming eyes clearly struggling to stay open. He weakly tried to lift his hand to graze the tips of her loose long blond hair.
"Don't call me that." She snapped in her native dialect, jerking back at his attempt to touch her. He dropped his arm with a thump. Rubbing her palms together Zora tried to keep her focus on the numerous bullet wounds that had pierced his chest. She could feel her pulse pounding against her own ribs as she assessed the damage.
"... you are my su..." he rasped out with a lazy, deluded smile, his blue eyes rolling drunkenly back into his head.
"Shut up!" she spat out, only causing his smile to widen at least until he began violently coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
"I said step back!" another shout came from the American.
Zora had been vaguely aware of the archer shuffling around with a weapon preparing to strike if she ignored him once more.
And yet ignore him she did.
"Thought you didn't surviv..." the wounded man brokenly spluttered past his blood stained teeth, his reddened lips moving in a language that had always been so similar to hers.
"Well, I did." Zora coldly interrupted the quickly fading runner, her hands moved to the bleeding spot closest to his heart. She spoke again. "It worked." Her hands glowed gold just as the silver haired man's seemingly unstoppable body finally gave out.
Let me know what you think of this prologue. I'd love to hear :)
