AND: OK. I am seriously freaked. I got 1 review within 5 MINUTES of putting this thing up. I am so giddy that I decided to write out another chapter. This is for you Didgi girl. Thank you so very much.
On another note, is anyone a good artist with drawing animals AND people? If you are, put it in a review. I really want an artist for this fic. If you have a deviant art profile, even better! I suck at art of any kind. The artist that I choose getsa role in the story. (My emails busted, so please just put it in a review and Ill get back to you once I get a new email set up.)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is seen in Oban Star Racers. I do own this concept and any original characters (they will only have supporting roles) that I choose to bring in.
Chapter 1
"Listen to the Wind"
Oban, the great race, the three teams had been chosen: Earth, Crog and Naurasia. The final race on Oban had begun. Twists and turns. Bullets and arrows filled the air. Pilots praying to whatever deity they worshipped for luck and the win, the ultimate prize would belong to one of them, and only one. Hope, prayers. And talent had gotten them this far.
"Molly, look out," Jordan yelled. Gunfire echoed. The young girl, red hair and star marked, swerved out of the Crog vessel's way. Sweat poured down her face in rivers. She was near panicking and loved it. The thrill and the adrenaline rush. This was her mother's gift, which she had inherited.
"Careful, little mouse," Rick said over the speaker. Don Wei was muttering under his breath. She couldn't make it out, but it mostly sounded like Chinese. She winced. He never cursed in Chinese unless he was pissed or worried sick.
Sift movements and turns, aerial acrobatics, and sharp shooting, left the three racers tired. There was still more to go, but they were tiring. The plants overgrowing the course seemed much worse for wear than the racers themselves. Smoking bits of plants and small fires dotted the landscape. All the destruction caused by the three racers.
"Ten thousand years and they go and ruin it," Lunai thought from her place in the spirit world. A soft sigh and a shake of the head gave away her emotions as she watched her little star race to claim the great prize.
"You can do it, Eva," Molly heard her mother's voice say. Her eyes narrowed and she grinned. Her mother was there, watching over her, and more importantly, watching her race.
"We're doing great, Molly. Just a little more and we got them," Jordan called from his spot. Molly smiled.
The air suddenly became thick around the three racers. Toros heard the calls of his enemies he had killed. Aikka heard the murder of his people, and Molly, she heard the sounds of that day she lost her mother, and in a way lost her father as well. The three racers fought against the noises, but they kept growing louder. The racers swerved and dipped violently.
"Molly!" Don Wei yelled over the speaker. She couldn't hear him over the noise only she could hear.
The spirit world was in a panic. The great race was being interrupted by something and it was using them to get to the pilots. Spirit warriors were running about trying to find the source. Everyone was gathered around viewing portals to watch in horror as the racers slowly lost sanity and control. Lunai had had enough. Her motherly instincts were going nuts.
"Eva!" she screamed. Don Wei's head shot up, eyes wide as Molly whispered a single word: mommy. The noise softened. "Listen to the wind, not the noise. Fight with your spirit, my little star." And like that her angelic voice was gone. Don Wei sat down, more like fell into his seat.
Eva, the little racer he was so hard on was his little Eva. How? Why? Why didn't her see it? All sorts of thoughts ran through his head, and he couldn't just shrug off the response he had heard from Molly, no Eva.
Within the cockpit of the Arrow II, Eva was gasping for breath. Her eyes were full of unshed tears, but slowly, she regained control of her emotions and her racer. Taking a deep breath, and trying to ignore the sounds, the noise in the wind, she closed her eyes. A soft musical chime was buried by the morbid noises. A memory of her childhood, before the crash, came to the front of her mind.
-Flashback-
"Now, Eva, I want you to learn this. It's a poem my mother taught me and her mother taught her. It is part of our heritage," Lunai said to a young Eva. Eva was smiling up at her mother while her father stood nearby in their living room.
"I'll remember it, mommy," she said in a sweet little voice.
"The oceans will rumble, and the wind will howl,
but always remember the sacred vow.
For all are connected all are one.
Everything must live, under a bright morning sun.
The ear is for talking, the heart is for knowing.
The forces of nature are never slowing.
Nature is a furious lady, but tamed by the heart.
Every being must take part.
That is the true nature of Nature, herself," Lunai whispered with a far away gaze. Eva grinned and recited it for her mother, word for word.
-End Flashback-
Eva focused on her heart, her love and sorrow for her mother. The wind stopped howling. Eva opened her eyes, and though she did not know it, the other two pilots were freed from the wind's spell. A quick few moments later, the race was over. Eva had won for Earth. Now was the point of the ultimate prize. One wish, your heart's desire.
"I do not want to come back, my little star. I have been gone for too long. Use your wish on something else for I am always by your side and remember I love you," her mother whispered on the wind. Eva looked up at the sky of Oban and smiled with tears in her eyes. Her mother loved her even in death. The entire team, minus Don Wei, was going nuts. Screaming and yelling in their hangar. They had won the great race. Earth was safe.
"Well, young racer, what is your wish?" the Avatar said as he appeared. The three racers landed. Toros of the Crog was glaring at her and muttering darkly under his breath. Prince Aikka of Naurasia bowed to her in respect. Eva closed her eyes and listened. The wind blew around her body like a blanket.
"I wish for Earth to be forever protected," she said softly. Toros' eyes went wide, as did those of the young prince. The Avatar, the Timeless One smirked evilly beneath his robes.
"And so, your wish is granted. Congratulations, great racers. You have done your worlds proud. Now it is time to return," he said and with a flash of light, all three teams returned to their home worlds, not knowing that this was not the last the last time they would meet.
AND: What do you think? Good? Bad? Horrible? I had to get the great race over with somehow and tie it into the story. I'm not real sure about the wish. But that's not the real treasure of this chapter. It's Eva's abilities. Hope I didn't confuse anyone with the switching of names there. I only called her Molly until Don Wei realized she was Eva. Also, I'm not a poet. Please take that into consideration with the poem, but it needed to be there. Thanks and good day. Don't forge to review!
