"SCRRRRRRRRREEEECH!" The car swerved.
"DADDY!" Screamed a five year old girl.
"Mommy why isn't Daddy waking up?" The girl asked turning to her mother, Evelyn with scared, sky blue eyes.
"Because he can't Sweetheart." She answered, tears steaming down her eyes.
"Why not?"
"Because he can't. He just can't."
About four years later the girl's grandfather came home from the music business that night.
"Happy Birthday Kitten!" He exclaimed, holding something that looked like skates just her size. "You're mother may not be feeling all that well tonight but that doesn't mean we can't ride."
"Ride?" The newly nine year old asked.
"Yep, you see these in my hands here? These are called Air Trecks or ATs for short. Basically they're high powered skates. Gangs called, storm riders, ride their ATs to battle each other for position, power, and pride. You win you move on you lose you go home, simple.
The little girl stared at him. Being a child prodigy let her soak up a lot of things, but being a nine year old, blonde haired, sky blue eyed girl, even she had her limits.
"Well I think its best to let you experience things for yourself." He said with a wide grin on his face that showed the wrinkles around his eyes.
"Okay Grandpa!" She said with an even bigger smile upon her face. He knew that she always said yes to whatever he wanted her to when he had on his grin.
The two of them spent hours outside.
It was like⦠they were flying!
The way she twisted and turned mad him say, "Katty, my dear, you are a natural in the skies. She smiled at this thinking this is the best birthday ever!
The night after that, her grandfather, Michael White, was murdered and something was stolen from his office.
Two years afterwards, Evelyn White's condition worsened and lay dying in a hospital bed.
"Kitten, listen to me. Your father and grandfather didn't want me to get too involved, but this is what I know." She said through an oxygen mask.
"Their deaths were no accident, and they weren't random. The thing that was stolen from his office was something the two of them had been working on, and your grandfather had just recently finished before his death. It was a new Regalia. It was called the Rhythm Regalia."
Her sentences became shorter as she started to breathe heavier. It was obvious that she was beginning to have trouble speaking, so Katty listened intently so that he mother wouldn't have to repeat a word.
"Knowing your father, Ethan. He probably hid it somewhere where only you could. Find it. With those big sky blue eyes of yours."
At that she chuckled, but it was soon replaced with a terrible cough.
Nurses soon came in and Katty had to leave.
"So kiddo how did it go?" the temporary caretaker, Athena, asked driving away from the hospital.
"Same old, same old I guess." She answered.
Silence filled the car.
It was finally broken when Katty said, "She's not getting better."
"Well of course she is." Reassured Athena, "It's just....... taking time is all." She said less confidently.
"I see."
The next summer morning, when Katty went to visit her mother, Evelyn White had died.
