What time is it? It's disclaimer time!! Chander Zaccheus, Rawnie Jacy Isadora, Lucine Christanson, Hina
Trustin are my characters. The plot is mine, and any other characters I add later on is mine. The
description of Chris is credited to Raisin, becuase when I read her fic (Fading Memories) that picture
of Chris is burned into my brain now. All other characters and general idea belong to Lynn Ewinge.
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I don't know what happened. I didn't want it to happen. I was sixteen, turning seventeen in four months.
Four months until I had to make a life changing choice. And this is major life changing -- not something
like dumping your boyfriend. Something like either disappearing off the face of the earth, or forgetting
all the wonderful and amazing things that have happened to me in the last two years. And now this. What
were we supposed to do? The Followers were still gaining power, and we were losing Jimena very soon. Two
months, and her choice would come. And now Maggie was dead.
It was so strange, to see her there. The four of us -- Serena, Jimena, Vanessa and I -- had all come to
visit Maggie and ask some questions. But she was dead. It looked like she'd died in her sleep, becuase
she was smiling and her eyes were already closed. We could only hope she'd gone back to Selena, the Moon
Goddess.
We called the police, of course. They came, proclaimed her dead and asked if she had any family. We all
shrugged and shook our heads. Maggie mentioned no family but the Great Mother goddess.
The funeral was a week later. It was nothing fancy, at all. It's not like Maggie had any money, and we
didn't have anything to give. I'm still not sure how she got what she got. She was cremated, and we let
her ashes free to the wind on the night of the full moon. It was all we could think of.
The police said they found a will -- it left EVERYTHING in her house to us. The four of us. All of it.
So that's how it happened, I suppose. But it's awfully hard to believe, you know. And she left at an
awfully inconveinant time, if you ask me. But that's what happened. And that's how we found ourselves
cleaning out Maggie's apartment, that day.
--
Vanessa brought a battery operated boombox, so we could listen to music while we got Maggie's apartment
cleared for her landlord. Since all of us have different tastes in music, we would listen to one CD then
switch to another girl's choice.
We were halfway through a rock CD I had brought, when Catty called out, "Hey, guys, come look at this!"
Jimena and I looked out from the kitchen. Catty was sitting at Maggie's desk, holding out a peice of
paper and looking at it. Vanessa was already behind her, she'd been working on the pile of things next
to the desk. We walked out and looked over Catty's shoulder at the paper.
In Maggie's handwriting a letter was written, adressed to us.
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Dear Daughters,
Girls, if your reading his I'm probably dead. The only way you'd find it was if I left. I love
you, and you've done great work. The Atrox will remember you four -- you did much more damage than the
previous girls.
But your time is running out, isn't it? Soon you'll all be seventeen, and there will be no
goddesses to keep the world safe. It's my job to find the new Daughters -- and now I pass it to you in
the time you have left.
You might even know the younger Daughters. They need your help, and your guidance. Find them --
I can't tell you anymore than that. You'll feel their power, when you find them. But for now, just keep
and eye out for the Atrox. It knows your time is coming to an end, and probably that mine had ended. Be
safe.
Maggie.
--
I sighed. What did it all mean? All four of us had been churning it around in our heads for a week, and
the letter still made very little sense. Stanton also warned us about the Atrox -- he knew our power was
on it's way out. We were all at a loss for what to choose, when the time came. Jimena was becoming more
and more depressed while her birthday loomed nearer. She spent all of her time with the three of us or
with Collin.
I scrunched up my nose and fidgeted with my car keys, running up the stairs to Chris's apartment. He and
his sister lived there -- their mother and father died years ago in a car crash. I never met them, but
it had been not even a year before Chris and I met. He was sixteen then, and the two of them lived alone
but social services came to check on them every day. It was strange, but I got used to it. When Chris
turned eighteen he gained legal guardianship of his siter, Chander, and they moved into this apartment.
Chander answered the door. She was a bit on the short side, with dark blue hair that reached her
chin and steel grey eyes. She looked alot like Chris, she had his nose and his amazing smile. About
fourteen or fifteen, she was average weight and an average group of friends. She was wearing a red
T-shirt and tight flare jeans, and messing with the small silver ring in her eyebrow. She was listening
to her portable CD player (you rarely saw her without it) and when she saw me she grinned.
She pulled the earphones off her ears and waved hello to me. After ushering me inside, she yelled down
the hall, "Hey Chriiiiiiis!! You're girlfriend is here."
With a wink at me she walked down the hall and entered her own room. I could never get over how much
Chander reminded me of Serena. Right down to the outrageously dyed hair.
Chris came out a few seconds later, running his fingers through dark brown hair. He was grinning, and I
was already melted before he leaned over to kiss me.
--
Trustin are my characters. The plot is mine, and any other characters I add later on is mine. The
description of Chris is credited to Raisin, becuase when I read her fic (Fading Memories) that picture
of Chris is burned into my brain now. All other characters and general idea belong to Lynn Ewinge.
--
I don't know what happened. I didn't want it to happen. I was sixteen, turning seventeen in four months.
Four months until I had to make a life changing choice. And this is major life changing -- not something
like dumping your boyfriend. Something like either disappearing off the face of the earth, or forgetting
all the wonderful and amazing things that have happened to me in the last two years. And now this. What
were we supposed to do? The Followers were still gaining power, and we were losing Jimena very soon. Two
months, and her choice would come. And now Maggie was dead.
It was so strange, to see her there. The four of us -- Serena, Jimena, Vanessa and I -- had all come to
visit Maggie and ask some questions. But she was dead. It looked like she'd died in her sleep, becuase
she was smiling and her eyes were already closed. We could only hope she'd gone back to Selena, the Moon
Goddess.
We called the police, of course. They came, proclaimed her dead and asked if she had any family. We all
shrugged and shook our heads. Maggie mentioned no family but the Great Mother goddess.
The funeral was a week later. It was nothing fancy, at all. It's not like Maggie had any money, and we
didn't have anything to give. I'm still not sure how she got what she got. She was cremated, and we let
her ashes free to the wind on the night of the full moon. It was all we could think of.
The police said they found a will -- it left EVERYTHING in her house to us. The four of us. All of it.
So that's how it happened, I suppose. But it's awfully hard to believe, you know. And she left at an
awfully inconveinant time, if you ask me. But that's what happened. And that's how we found ourselves
cleaning out Maggie's apartment, that day.
--
Vanessa brought a battery operated boombox, so we could listen to music while we got Maggie's apartment
cleared for her landlord. Since all of us have different tastes in music, we would listen to one CD then
switch to another girl's choice.
We were halfway through a rock CD I had brought, when Catty called out, "Hey, guys, come look at this!"
Jimena and I looked out from the kitchen. Catty was sitting at Maggie's desk, holding out a peice of
paper and looking at it. Vanessa was already behind her, she'd been working on the pile of things next
to the desk. We walked out and looked over Catty's shoulder at the paper.
In Maggie's handwriting a letter was written, adressed to us.
--
Dear Daughters,
Girls, if your reading his I'm probably dead. The only way you'd find it was if I left. I love
you, and you've done great work. The Atrox will remember you four -- you did much more damage than the
previous girls.
But your time is running out, isn't it? Soon you'll all be seventeen, and there will be no
goddesses to keep the world safe. It's my job to find the new Daughters -- and now I pass it to you in
the time you have left.
You might even know the younger Daughters. They need your help, and your guidance. Find them --
I can't tell you anymore than that. You'll feel their power, when you find them. But for now, just keep
and eye out for the Atrox. It knows your time is coming to an end, and probably that mine had ended. Be
safe.
Maggie.
--
I sighed. What did it all mean? All four of us had been churning it around in our heads for a week, and
the letter still made very little sense. Stanton also warned us about the Atrox -- he knew our power was
on it's way out. We were all at a loss for what to choose, when the time came. Jimena was becoming more
and more depressed while her birthday loomed nearer. She spent all of her time with the three of us or
with Collin.
I scrunched up my nose and fidgeted with my car keys, running up the stairs to Chris's apartment. He and
his sister lived there -- their mother and father died years ago in a car crash. I never met them, but
it had been not even a year before Chris and I met. He was sixteen then, and the two of them lived alone
but social services came to check on them every day. It was strange, but I got used to it. When Chris
turned eighteen he gained legal guardianship of his siter, Chander, and they moved into this apartment.
Chander answered the door. She was a bit on the short side, with dark blue hair that reached her
chin and steel grey eyes. She looked alot like Chris, she had his nose and his amazing smile. About
fourteen or fifteen, she was average weight and an average group of friends. She was wearing a red
T-shirt and tight flare jeans, and messing with the small silver ring in her eyebrow. She was listening
to her portable CD player (you rarely saw her without it) and when she saw me she grinned.
She pulled the earphones off her ears and waved hello to me. After ushering me inside, she yelled down
the hall, "Hey Chriiiiiiis!! You're girlfriend is here."
With a wink at me she walked down the hall and entered her own room. I could never get over how much
Chander reminded me of Serena. Right down to the outrageously dyed hair.
Chris came out a few seconds later, running his fingers through dark brown hair. He was grinning, and I
was already melted before he leaned over to kiss me.
--