By The Light of Lightening: Whispers from the East Side
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Chip moves forward…or perhaps backwards to find the answer.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
-My name is Catalina.
I have many names. I found them useless or amusing. They call me the Time Knight or the Iron Maiden. I found that to be a ridiculous title. Yes, I know that I can manipulate time. Of course, they give the more original names to my brothers like Solaris knight. I have you know that my armor isn't made of iron. I am very much not a maiden.
There is a reason that I am writing this silly entry. Diane is one of her mood to write history again. She is a flighty one for an elf. Since she is working on the history of east, I am come from the East. She wanted to know. I don't remember much. From what I remembered, it was hot. Perhaps, that isn't true. I am an orphan. I come from everywhere and yet nowhere. I have traveled many lands. Many places those are both seen and unseen.
This is utter ridiculous. Can I stop writing now? Honestly, no one is going to read this, Diane.-Catalina, History of the East, Fall 224V to Present
Chip didn't know how to do this or say it.
Heck, he didn't know how to bring it up in a conversation. Oh, I would like to know more about Catalina…you know the knight that you don't like to talk about. It doesn't help that they were so damn busy. Monsters attack don't wait for no one especially power rangers. Add in school and training which has been a mixture of learning his new weapon and history.
His head is going too exploded or he is going to chop something important off.
Although, his lessons have become shorter and he hasn't started his lessons with Snow Prince, his "riding" with Brightstar has become longer. While Brightstar doesn't talk per say, he does talk in images. He brought up places and things that interested him. Of course, he tried to return the favor. That was kind of fun. He thought that Brightstar gave him funny looks when he got things wrong.
He asked about Catalina.
First image was a woman in grey. She wasn't very tall about 5'4. She had pale skin and white hair that seemed to run down her back. It kind of reminded him of the character for the King of Thrones. Second image must be her in her knight form. She looked kind of a badass.
She was pretty. Not that he will tell anyone of that especially Vida.
But Brightstar was the one that pushed him into asking about Catalina. Well…it more like Daggeron asked about Brightstar and Catalina was brought instead.
"How are your riding going, Chip?" Daggeron asked.
"Why don't you talk about the other knights? Why do you lie about Catalina?," He said as the words stumbled out of his mouth. Daggeron blinked at him for a moment then frowned.
"What brought this on?" Daggeron asked.
"My research. Brightstar helped too," He said.
Daggeron sighed softly.
"Tell me what you know."
"She is the Time Knight. She doesn't like that name or Iron Maiden. She is from the East and she is an orphan. Apparently, Diane bullied her into writing an entry in her history books. Calindor and she were close. She was involved with Haldar. Oh, she hated sword practices by the way," He said.
Daggeron chuckled softly.
"That sounded like her."
"What happened to her?"
"We don't know. She left shortly after Nick's birth. Leanbow and I were sure that Calindor had something to do with it. While they were close, she would have not taken his betrayal lightly. Thinking on it, I was wondered if she knew. She has spoken of Calindor's odd behavior toward the end of the war. I wished that I listened more."
"Why don't you talk about the others?"
"Most of them are dead with the expectation of Diane and Catalina. Diane left for her home when the Master attacked. We believed that something happened but we have no way of knowing."
"Why?"
"Elf's magic is different. Without an elf, we can't travel onto their lands."
He made a note to add that to his research notes. He was able to ask another question but he saw the look on his teacher's face. He had seen the look at Undonna and his mom when they thought that they weren't looking.
It was the look of pain and lost.
His questions could wait until he talked to the Snow Prince. But right now, he had work to do.
End of Whispers from the East Side
Next Chapters: Winds from the North Side