Chapter 1-please review!
Claire and Quill Atera
Quill's point of view:
I had just woken up from one of the most terrible dreams of my life. It was about Claire, my Claire…she was running away from something …with her tiny steps, hardly making any progress. She was running towards me, of all people. Her parents, her sister, the pack and all the elders were standing off to one side. Standing away from them was me. It made the scene look like it was me vs. them, but it was more of a choice between the two groups for Claire than a battle. She looked at me with her deep, dark auburn eyes with such a look of fear and sadness I know can't be expressed in words and I knew I had to help her. I started to run, but I kept falling, slowly, but accidentally going away from her. I then realized that the harder I tried to go to her, the farther I became from her. It was so darn frustrating. Finally I gave up and then I woke up, not knowing what was real and what wasn't.
Claire was 3 now, and it had only been a year since I imprinted on her. She has been the absolute best sister a guy could ever hope for. She even learned to say my name before she could say mom or dad. I was so full of pride that day, I felt like I was floating. About 10 minutes after my dream I had a knock on my door. I had recently moved out from my parent's house and had gotten a house, more like a shack, near Claire. As I went to answer the door, I yelled,"coming," although I'm sure it came out warbled because the interruption caught me in-between a mouthful of cereal.
I opened the door, hoping not to see the mail man that brought the torture some things called bills and was about ready to yell when I saw her. Glowing from ear to ear, she exclaimed, " 'will!" in her tiny soprano shriek. With her stuffed wolf I had gotten her for her birthday in hand, she ran forward to hug me. Just then she tripped as she ran across the door way, tripping over the tab of wood protruding from the floor. I caught her just in time and swooped her up into a big hug, careful not to squish her with my not so recently acquired superhuman strength. She giggled uncontrollably in a voice so light and airy it could only be described as, like, angelic.
"Be carful where you walk, you almost gave Quill a heart attack, you little troublemaker. " I said, "And that's not a very easy thing to do!"
"Sowry," she said, still not having lost her baby accent, "Ize jus so appy ta see you." Her eyes always gave her away and I could tell that she wasn't just rehearsing what her mom told her to say. Now that she was here and safe in my arms I wondered how she had gotten here. "Claire, where are your mommy and daddy?" At this, she said proudly, "at my house." I decided I needed to further investigate. "And Claire, how did you get here?" I asked, truthfully astonished at her presence. "I walked 'ere. Mommy said I needed to go back ta sleep and that I would be cwanky if I didn't so I snuck out and I came here!" she said triumphantly. "Uh oh," I thought, "this could turn out bad. Very bad." "Claire, "I said aloud," I need you to sit and watch cartoons for a minute while I, uh, go eat my cereal before it gets soggy. " In my head I was still secretly amazed that she had walked the mile and a half to my house, and that she could find it. Most importantly, that she trusted me to not tell her mom. I took the time eating my cereal after turning on Sesame Street for her. I had two options, I could either a. tell on Claire and break her trust in me or b. talk to her about why she was here and find out the real reason and then come up with more options. I chose option b.