Has it been a week since I last updated? I don't know, my days are blending together. Thanks for all the reviews, and disclaimer see chapter one.
Nat lay in bed that night, thinking. Lillian and April were strange girls. Nice, but strange.
She couldn't think of another word for it.
The prophecy was what really perked her interest. And the fact she wad allowed to paint one specifically designed wall whatever colour she liked and was thinking of painting something herself.
Smiling as she thought of what she would sketch out in the morning, Natalie Grace fell into the recesses of sleep.
Lillian perched in the old oak tree as she watched Alfred Pennyworth through the window of Wayne Manor. She smiled. She would keep an eye on the elderly man if it meant her life. She hoped her promise to Jarvis would be the promise fulfilled.
Opening a tunnel through the ground, she jumped in to appear in her bedroom. Being Hades' kid rocked.
Lillian climbed into bed after going about her nightly routine, and fell asleep.
April felt like the gazelle in the lions den. Trapped. As she paced the room around her, she tried to calm herself. So what she was in a mountain? It had been here for years and no one had died yet.
Yet, the little voice at the back of her brain giggled. The supports of the mountain could be weakened and boom! April May visits Lillains dad.
A knock from outside brought her back from the depressing turn her thoughts were taking.
"Come in!" She called, watching Nightwing poke his head round the door.
"Just checking you're alright," he smiled, before bidding her good night and leaving the room.
April sighed, and slipped between the bed covers, thinking of days to come.
The three woke simoultainiously in a bright field. The sunlight burnt down upon them, as they sat in amongst the heather. There was a crystalline blue lake to their left, with white sandy shores and Palm trees, and to their right was a dark forest, shadows lurking and moving in its depths.
It is time, the wind seemed to whisper. They are here.
The trees rustled, and ripples appeared on the lake. Clouds raced across the sky, momentarily covering the sun before moving on again.
The girls stood, discovering they had changed clothes. They now stood in knee length white dresses, with their hair up in a braid. They were barefoot, nails neatly filed.
"I can't calm the wind," April shouted over the gale, Lillain and Nat staggering from the force of it. A tree branch reached out and gripped Nat by the waist, pulling her into the shadows. The two others made to go after her, but the heather twisted around April's ankles. Lillian stopped at the edge of the trees, torn between her two new friends and the strange pull that urged her down to the lake.
She turned left, towards the lake, and dipped her fingers in. She screamed as she fell in. The wind stared the whisper.
7 of each, along the beach, her life force leaves her like a leach.
Nat gasped, spinning round to try and see whatever hid in the shadows. Something sharp and metal came out of nowhere, hitting her in the forehead, sending her to the ground.
Of time and space, we all shall face, the evils hiding behind the mace.
April trembled where she lay, heather wrapping around her lips and limbs. She couldn't breathe, her chest constricting as her oxygen intake lowered.
Of seasons and weather, we all shall tether, evil and good hiding amongst the heather.
All three sat up in their beds. April was gasping for breath, Lillian was drenched, and Nat was busy wiping the blood from her forehead.
They all were barefoot in knee length white dresses, their hair intricately braided.