AND: I am in shock. I have never had a story that got over 150 reviews in less than 24 hours before. So, in celebration, I am quickly transferring this chapter from my notebook to the computer. Hope you all like.

Disclaimer: I don't own the character of Oban Star Racer. I do own all original characters and places and things that are found in this story.

Chapter 2

"Falling"

It was sunny that day on Earth, when the bulk of this story began. Three years had passed since the Great Race of Oban, and all of the Earth team had gone separate ways. Well, everyone but Don Wei and Eva, AKA Molly. Lets' just say that there seems to be a love-hate relationship in their house everyday. In fact, why don't we look in on the tail end of one of their many daily arguments?

"I don't care!" Eva yelled at the top of her lungs and slammed the backyard door to the Wei home. Seconds later a furious, and more white-haired, Don Wei jerked open the door.

"Come back here, little lady. I am not through yet!" he yelled. Eva grumbled under her breath and kept walking away. She continuously ignored her father's yelling and took off into the wooded area behind their home. She heard her father running after her. She just smirked and leapt over a fallen log. She knew the woods much better than her father, and in no time, the young woman had outrun him.

Walking slowly, in order to slow her racing pulse, Eva took her time to notice the world around her. It had changed since she was a little girl and played in the woods with her mother. But then, like all things, time changed it. No more childish laughter filled the air. Only birds sang softly, honoring her contemplative mood. Deer watched her pass is silence toward the small creek that drifted around the trees.

Eva had changed over the years. Gone was the little girl who had won the great race. She was now a woman, with a figure to prove it. While not quite as curvy as many girls, she had a more athletic build. Her hair, once short and spiky, was long and wavy, like her mother's had been. She had let her hair become black and put small red highlights in it. Her clothing style hadn't changed much. She still shorts and tight shirts, but they were usually in black or red.

"Why can't he understand? I am not a little girl anymore. I'm starting to think Eva died a long time ago, and I've just become Molly to compensate," she whispered as she walked along the creek to a large, flat rock. Taking a seat, the young woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She heard it clear as day. The wind made the same chime as that time on the track at Oban. A soft musical note that left her thinking of her mother hung in the air. The earth had a heartbeat she could feel pulsing beneath her. The water's soothing sound blended everything ethereal and real together. A gentle hum filled her senses.

"Why can't he see that I'm not the little girl her left behind at the academy?" she whispered and sighed. Pushing all thoughts of her father out of her head for the moment, she began to relax.

"What am I gong to do? What is my purpose? Was it just to win the great race?" she said softly. Thoughts like those had been racing through her mind at a near constant pace over the past few months. It felt like there was something she was supposed to do, but she had no clue what it was.

The rock she was on shifted. Eva's head snapped up and she tried to get off the large rock before it moved again. Alas, it moved just as she was getting up and she fell backwards through the air and into the water.

Well, at least she should have.