She's Gone

by KierstynArete

The curse of being an identical twin was to feel the pain of the other. The curse of being trapped in the past is the fact that you cannot do anything about the pain that one so close to you is feeling. Disclaimer:I don't own the series or characters. R&R

She's Gone
2/14/2012

Danu Talis was beautiful. The crystal vimana allowed the occupants to look out over the city. It was the heart of the elder race before the fall of their empire. It was shocking to see the joy on the faces of the elders who, ten thousand years in the future, would have their minds set on the destruction of the human race. Maybe they hated the humans out of sorrow for the loss of such a stunning utopia. The group of time travelers soared over the city in a vehicle that shouldn't exist, but did in the time before the humans evolved from the apes.

Scathach was admiring the city, staring out over the sparkling buildings of her ancestors' home. Her mind, however, was elsewhere. Something was happening in the present, she could feel it. She wished, not for the first time, that she was back in the present, protecting Nicholas and the twins of legend and fighting the battle she was meant to be fighting. Her mind was racing, and she began to experience persistent ghost pains throughout her body. Scathach leaned heavily on the railing of the aircraft.

She was feeling the pain of her sister.

Whether it was the curse or the blessing of being an identical twin, Scathach didn't know. Part of her mind was dedicated to Aoife of the Shadows, even though the two hadn't spoken for almost a millennia. The two were connected in ways that only sisters as close as they were could be.

The pain was racing rampant through her system; it was excruciating.

Scathach wanted to know what was happening back in her time. She needed to go check on her sister. She had always kept watch over her sister throughout the centuries, looking for possible ways to gain her forgiveness. Aoife was older by a mere ten seconds-though she would never admit the fact. Right now, her sister needed her help and Scathach was in no place to provide such help.

Scathach felt Aoife's torment.

She pressed her hands to her head and closed her eyes-trying to focus on what little of her sister she still possessed. Her sister was in combat with...something. No man or common beast of nightmares could have this kind of advantage over her sister. The twins were equally matched when it came to warfare, and exceedingly deadly when the two fought simultaneously. Scathach blocked out her immediate surroundings and became one with her twin.

Snakes-deadly snakes with venom of fire, distress, vanilla ice-cream, oranges.

Sophie and Josh...Scathach began to desperately want to be in the present.

"Aoife, where are you?" Scathach muttered to herself.

Then the feelings vanished; her sister was missing from her mind.

"No Aoife!" Scathach whispered furiously. Her sister was missing-gone from Scathach's head as quickly as death takes one who wouldn't suffer. It is possible that she could have gone to another Shadowrealm, but in the condition she was in, it was possible Aoife was dying. Scathach's grip on the railing of the crystal space craft intensified, her knuckles turned pale white.

"Scathach? Are you okay?" Joan came to stand beside her troubled friend, but realized with one look at The Warrior's face that things were far from being alright.

Scathach's eyes blinked blood red in the light of the striking city far below. She felt as if her heart had been ripped out in front of her eyes. "No...she's gone"