A/N Here we go, chapter 3, I've been procrastinating so I am going to try to finish this in one hour, well minus twenty minutes, so forty minutes, but I can do it right? REVIEW, remember, the faster you review, the more the chapters come out I know I made a mistake with the Japanese, but I am not good with romaji so if you feel the need to correct me then go ahead, but its not like Ill change the whole chapter for a spelling/placement of the word 'nan' thingy
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT- I tried, but I might as well not put out the limit, there are obviously only 4 people reading this so the review limit is pointless. I'll try to post every Friday night from now on then.
Chapter 3- The Sky Clouds Up
"Sensei Kamiya, Crimson wakarimasen nan desu."(1.) A young female said in Japanese. A large Asian man pulled out his marker and began to write on his whiteboard again,
"Sky-Chan, iie Nihongo, desu." (2.)
"Hai, I mean 'okay' sensei." Sky looked at the whiteboard as her Martial Arts teacher diagramed another move, Crimson. It was simple in theory, but your speed had to be magnificent to pull it off.
The girl stood up again, nodding solemnly and leapt at her teacher. Her teacher quickly deflected the weak left punch the girl threw, but had to actually move to dodge the right kick. The girl jumped into the air, swinging her left foot around counter-clockwise and missing her teacher as he jumped back, but her right foot came swinging unexpectedly afterward, knocking him square in the jaw. In one fluid movement her teacher jerked to the side and preformed a full cartwheel, kicking the girl into a mat on the wall. The girl hit the wall and bounced back to her attacking stance, Swooping Phoenix.
She studied Takaijuusho, an advanced form of karate that had it's own succession sequence. In Takaijuusho one learned to focus one's ki, and to use the gravitational pull to one's advantage.
The girl knelt close to the ground, her arms outstretched to their fullest length. She rocked back and forth, waiting for her teacher to attack. Her teacher jumped at her, coming down on her with his elbow, but the girl quickly grabbed her teacher's elbow and flipped him, stabbing him in the stomach with his own ulna and Humorous. The teacher laid flat on the ground and winded,
"Good work Sky, I see you used my own techniques against me."
"I merely used the best techniques possible sensei."
"Good one."
"Thanks Sensei."
"Okay Sky, I guess this will be it, you should be getting home, I've kept you long enough past three. Your aunt will be furious. I'll see you later then right?" He asked. The girl smiled and nodded at her teacher before going into the locker room of the recreational facility she was practicing in.
The girl was Sakyra R.; She was staying with her aunt because her mom was killed in a burglary attempt when she was one year old. She had long flowing purple hair, a natural purple at that. It was one of the most amazing things anyone had seen. Her eyes were a light brown color, almost tan, and her skin was a very light brown complex. (As if she were mixed with African and Caucasian heritage.) In all accounts Sky was a beautiful young fifteen-year-old, her birthday being October 31st.
Sky changed from her robes, (black belt, orange striped.) into her normal clothes and began walking down Columbus Avenue, the street that lead to her nice quaint house in Bloomington, Minnesota.
Minnesota was in America, a large state by no standards, but one of the nicest. Sky loved her neighborhood, it was nice, clean, and almost nothing bad ever happened in it. That is why she was surprised to see a group of people gathered around something.
She looked down the street and noticed police cars with sirens running and lights flashing, ambulances, and a crowd of people gathered around a small blue house, her blue house!
Sky ran down the street as fast as her legs could take her, what if something bad had happened to her aunt? What if her aunt had been killed? She wondered as her backpack bounced up and down on her back. She ran to the police barriers and pushed past them, a policeman grabbed her,
"You can't go in there Miss." Sky shook him off of her and continued running, tears already in her eyes. She got to the front door and was blocked by two people carrying out a stretcher with a white sheet covering it.
"No, no, no, no, no, no." She shook her head furiously while mumbling the same words constantly. She could feel tears cascading down her face rapidly now, but she didn't care. None of the police officers tried to stop her as she reached out with trembling fingers and pulled the white sheet back slowly. Her Aunt Maria was lying dead, a look of utter fear imprinted on her face. A piercing scream polluted the street.
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All the residents of Bloomington felt horrified. Nothing like that ever happened in their town, there was the occasional teenage prank of somebody's tree being toilet papered, but that was all. Their nice little town was now tainted. Nobody wanted Sky to end up in St. Mary's Orphanage, it wasn't an ideal place for children and nobody in the neighborhood thought Sky deserved that. She didn't have many friends, the neighborhood was mostly older citizens, but Sky had helped each one of them out in a way. Mrs. Petler's grocery shopping was done by Sky, and Mr. Fenix always had his lawn clipped and trimmed by the neighborhood angel. In fact citizens in the neighborhood had tried to see if there was anyway she could stay with one of them, but since they weren't family, it wasn't possible.
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The police station was horrible for Sky. She had to officially identify the body, and she was the only one who could do it. A nice cop by the name of Sara had taken Sky into the morgue to have her look at the body,
"I don't think I can do." Sky said, shaking her head. Tears were already forming in her yes.
"I'm sorry Sakyra, I really am, but you must, you have to or else no one can." Sky bit her lower lip, a habit she had whenever she was nervous. The cop led her to the morgue. She walked down the narrowing passageways that led to the bottom of the police station, finally coming to a big metal door. It was rusted with one large knob on it; it was intimidating enough without the knowledge of what lie inside.
Sky followed the policewoman inside of the morgue and walked across the wall of cabinets filled with dead bodies. They were of course at the moment empty, but Sky wasn't in the condition to think sensibly as she shivered constantly. Her aunt was gone, her only family, the one she loved. Sky's Aunt Maria was a nice person, not too strict, and also a witch. Maria taught Sky everything she knew about witchcraft since her mother died in a burglary attempt when she was little. Sky knew a bunch of spells, and curses, hexes and potions, she could even apparate. Apparation was the technique of vanishing from one place, and appearing in another place, whether it was miles or inches. In America you had to be sixteen years old to apparate, but her Aunt Maria taught her how to do it just in case she got in trouble. Maria's husband, Don was killed in a war against the dark forces brewing in England a while back, one of the most evil wizards in the world was taking over Europe, he already had most of Asia and was being stopped by the greatest wizard alive; Albus Dumbledore. Then, one day in battle Don was out, he jumped in to rescue two of his best friends, Rain Krum, and Victoria Spinnet. He got them out but was hitting with the killing curse.
Maria also taught Sky about the Unforgivable Curses, she taught Sky everything. They went to movies, had girl's night outs, they partied, and did everything together. Sky didn't really have any friends so actually her aunt was her best friend. Maria was a genius with potions too. She could whip up a Wolfsbane potion in minutes or have you feeling better with a pepper-up potion momentarily. Sky was training to be a Medic witch, she knew potions for everything involving healing or curing.
Sky walked over to the familiar white sheet as the policewoman lifted it up. She didn't scream, but she did start sobbing uncontrollably,
"Yes, That's Maria Serita Pendragon." She sobbed out.
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"Sakyra R-"
"Here!" Sky called out before the lady could finish her name. The lady was Mary Jane Olson, the director o the orphanage that Sky would have to live in before she could get foster parents.
'What if they don't know I'm a witch?' She thought, and what if they were mean? Sky didn't have an answer to either of these questions as Mrs. Olson led her up the long spiraling staircase to the dorm room of the orphanage she would be staying in. Mrs. Olson seemed nice enough, but when Sky thought about how the rest of the world, her world treated her she figured the kindness wouldn't last. Olson opened the dorm and there were several girls in the room. It was a circle with bunk beds on one side and twin beds on the other.
"Now girls, this is Sakyra, she will be staying with us as a new attendant."
"What?"
"Sakyra Suh-kai-ra." Mrs. Olson pronounced. The girls nodded. Sky walked over to a bunk bed and placed her bag on it as all the girls gave her a warm smile, maybe she would like it here. Mrs. Olson waved at Sky and back out of the room.
"Get your stuff off my bed!" A blonde demanded after the door was closed fully. Sky jumped a little at this sudden change in demeanor.
"Umm, sorry." She apologized, looking downward, kicking herself internally.
"Yeah, you better be rookie, here's the deal. You get that small bed in the corner and you don't say shit to us, and you don't get in our way." The blonde commanded, apparently she was the leader of the house because all the other girls were backing her up.
"Oh, but-"
"There is no but you little brat. We heard what happened, you moved in from some rich preppy neighborhood because you think you're such a rebel for stealing a bitch-ass car. We don't pull shit like that here, you little fake tough girls mean nothing and are nothing, so when mammy and papa come to pick you up in your Mercedes you'll be out of our lives."
Sky wanted to tell them they were wrong, she wanted to explain, but these girls were just being so mean. Sky was a calm and nice person, though somewhat like a doormat. If it was somebody she knew, she'd stand up to him or her, but she usually cowered to avoid confrontation. Sky stuttered over to her assigned bed in the corner, obviously the smallest one available. She put her bag on it and lied down.
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Sky had been inside the home for a week, and it had been one of the most miserable weeks of her life. The nicest thing somebody from her room had done for her all week was call her by her name, other then that it had been 'brat' and 'bitch'. Sky was currently walking up the long spiraling staircase that led to her room, passing some of the boys and younger girls dorms.
"Wait up, Sakyra right?" A young boy with black hair ran up to her. He handsome and in good shape,
"Huh?" Sky asked, subconsciously crossing her arms tightly over her chest.
"Well, I was just wondering what you were in here for. I hear a lot of things, everyone's talking." Sky didn't smile, but she didn't frown. It wasn't a hard question to answer; it really might benefit her,
"My aunt died, and I have no relatives."
"Oh." The boy said, turning around and walking back downstairs. Sky turned around and continued up the stairs.
When she got to her room all the girls were already in there.
"What now Miss Prep?" Sky ignored them, walking over to her bed and lying down. It was enough that they talked about her, it was enough that they were mean to her. At least she got attention?
"Yeah, I bet her mother doesn't love her." The lead blonde said. All the girls laughed loudly.
"What did you say?" Sky asked harshly. She hated anyone saying anything about her family.
"I said your mother didn't lo-" but the girl slowly rose in the air, unable to finish her sentence.
"Whoa!" One of the other girls screamed as the blonde rose in the air.
"Don't you ever say anything about my mother!" Sky screamed and slowly a bit of an aura burst out, the blonde went flying into a wall and slumped down, unconscious, "So if any of you ever want to mess with me again, bring it." She muttered and walked to her bed, lying down on it. Sky had finally burst and this time she didn't care.
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Sky walked into the front door of a house. It was a large blue house with golden shutters. It was atop a hill with only one other house on it. The other house was magnificent too; it was large; orange with blue trimmings actually. Sky entered the house in front of her. It was oddly familiar to Sky as she walked through all the living room. She entered the kitchen of the house; it was clean, sparkling actually.
Sky walked into the hallway with trepidation, a small voice was in the background. She walked closer and closer to the noise, realizing it was singing.
"You're giving me
Too many things
Lately
You're all I need."
A young woman was singing. Sky walked into the room she was in and sat at the doorway, staring. The woman was swinging a baby back and forth in her hands and smiling. The woman had long flowing black hair and plump lips, like Sky's. She had tanned, somewhat darker skin, as if she were a mixture of African and Caucasian heritages. The woman didn't move, or even acknowledge Sky's presence, which made her wonder if she were really there. The woman's face wasn't visible, but she looked familiar.
Suddenly the front door of the house burst open, a tall man in long billowing robes stepped inside. The woman screamed and lifted up a loose floorboard, wrapping up the baby and placing it inside. The woman ran to the dresser and grabbed a purple wand, aiming it at the doorway.
"So you actually want to fight me Hestia?" The man in the robes asked, stepping in the path of the wand. The woman, apparently Hestia muttered some words Sky didn't know and a beam of twirling light blue light came out, hitting the man. Sky was standing in-between it al as it happened, the light blue spell actually crossing past her face. She was invisible, and not there. She was as a phantom.
"I thought I let you and all the others know, you can't get rid of me know, so deliver on your pact."
"You will not use my daughter for evil, never!" The woman yelled, but nothing more came out, because the man had preformed the killing curse; the woman fell.
"I'll be back for the girl." He muttered to himself and walked out of the room. By then Sky had been on the ground, crying. The man had been Lord Voldemort.
A/N Pretty deep chapter if I must say so myself. Sky will show up more inside of the fic, I promise.
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