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A Girl With A Windswept Destiny


Kira Matthews woke with a start and for the first time in her life praised her alarm clock for it's interference. She laid back trying to make sense of the dream she'd just had.

'the ruined house, that dragon, it felt so real, I could feel the wind that was rushing past me, it was all just so...' She sat up, something was still tugging at her mind. Drawing her attention, annoying her.

RRRRIIINNNGGG, RRRIIINNNGG

Argh, of course, she'd forgotten to turn the alarm clock off after all that. Taking a few deep breaths, she counted to ten and pushed the off button again.

RRRRIIINNNGGG, RRRIIINNNGG

'Playin' with my nerves today are we'

And again.

RRRRIIINNNGGG, RRRIIINNNGG

'I take back my earlier praise.'

And again.

RRRRIIINNNGGG, RRRIIINNNGG

'Oh, for pete's sake'.

"YOUUU! DAMMIT STOP!"

Five minutes and one smashed alarm clock later; Kira sat at her desk, her mind still on the nightmare of last night. She'd stopped believing in things like faeries, mermaids and werewolves a long time ago. She was a practical kind of girl so why was she dreaming of dragons?

And who or what had saved her?

Kira mentally shook her head; it was just a dream, that was that, and yet it was refusing to fade from her consciousness.

Kira quickly ran to the window, unlatched it, and stuck her head out allowing the wind to play with her unbound hair, last night's dream rearing its ugly leather wearing ass.

She loved this house, on the outskirts of Sydney, built on a street that sloped upwards and was greeted by a calming breeze that travelled down from the Blue Mountains every day. The attic had always been one of her favourite places as a kid. There was a large vent that keep it cool year round. She could remember spending many a summer days just sitting in front of the vent, feeling the wind that sifted through.

'Same old, same old' everything was the same. Glancing at herself in the mirror and seeing the same green eyed auburn haired youth she always did. Armed with her almighty hairbrush and after a tiring and long battle, she finally won the struggle and tamed her hair.

Finally deciding to rejoin the rest of the world, She hotfooted it down the stairs and peered into the kitchen with a smile seeing her favourite person in the world rummaging through the cupboards.

"Looking for new places to hide your medication?" A smile tugging at the corners of her mouth see her Grandmother falter then whirl around to face.

"Grams, I don't see you drinking that tea". She said looking at the unopened box of green herbal tea the doctor had suggested.

"Oh Kira, you take the doctors recommendations too seriously, those were just guidelines."

Maybe she did but there had one too many close calls in her opinion. Her grandmother was the only family she had, the only family that cared about her that is. The rest had taken one look at her and practically disinherited her. These days they just seemed to pretend she didn't exist.

"Your fighting me on this today because you know I don't have time to make sure you take it or stuff it down your throat myself". The mental image that came with that wasn't completely unrealistic, her grandma had done a lot of silly things over the years to

"Just keeping you on your toes, you know I worry about you" the old women said with a sad smile. This was a problem that nobody should have to deal with alone."With everything that's going on, we may need to reconsider a carer for you"

"Or" Suddenly she got an excited look on her face and quickly dashed back to her room before returning a moment later. "You could ease my worries if you took this with you?"

At seeing what was in her Grandma's hand, Kira started shaking her head humorously. "Come on, thats just a silly trinket you picked up when you were young. It doesn't have any 'mystical powers'".

"Just promise me you'll take it for protection"

"Protection? From what?"

Kira didn't receive an answer.

"Grams, I don't have time for this now".

"Kira!!" The serious tone made her stop dead, probably because she wasn't used to hearing it from her usually 'queen of mellow' grandparent.

She once looked down at the crystal in the old woman's hand. She had seen it before on a small shrine her Grandma kept in her bedroom. It shone a bright sky blue in the sunlight. Engraved into it was a dragon roaring. She'd always thought it was pretty as a child when her Grams would tell her endless stories of Legendz. Creatures who existed long ago and who appeared in the times of the planet's need. She sometimes never stopped as it was a great belief of hers that these creatures had once existed.

Looking back up at her grandmothers face, Kira saw her kind eyes twinkling again, the serious look faded.

"Come on, do an old horse like me a favour". Irene chuckled knowing she'd won already.

With her Grandma staring her down, Kira knew her pleas were a lost cause and she hadn't mastered the art of refusing her even at the age of 20.

"There ok", she said pocketing the strange crystal. "Now this is called h-e-r-b-a-l t-e-a, it's supposed to be good for you, now Take It!", she said waving the cup in front of her grandmas face then thrusting it into her still outstretched hand. "And drink it!"

The goal accomplished, Irene sighed and accepted the cup from her granddaughter this time, "Alright, alright but promise me you'll keep hold of that 'trinket'."

"Scouts honour , was the hasty reply before the girl in question glanced at the clock and immediately started to make for the door, "Now, I've really gotta get going"

"Not eating breakfast?" Kira paused at the question before lightly chuckling.

"If I only had the time", Was all she said before dashing out the door.

Irene Matthews briefly noted the sound of the car starting and pulling out of the driveway before turning back to morning activities. That was her granddaughter, always rushing everywhere, it seemed she never got much time to herself these days.

Even in her younger days she'd never actually seen the future but Irene had always had a strong sense of intuition that had yet to let her down. Something big was approaching and her senses told her that Kira was somehow mixed up in it. Normally she'd brush it aside but today she couldn't shake the chills running up and down her.

Something was off today.

Perhaps it was time to tell her.

"How is it all my classes are at opposite ends of the college". Pausing for 5 minutes to ask a teacher about an assignment was apparently educational suicide; especially if the next teacher locked the door on those who were late.

'I'm screwed' she thought to herself, picking up the pace.

Classmates gave her strange looks and some even jumped completely to the side as she went past but Kira was beyond caring what they thought. Even though it did bring up some bad memories.

It made her think back to all those times in high school, all those people who'd whispered behind her back. "That girl has no father, she's just the child of a some fling that didn't last." "What do you expect, everyone knew his wild streak, I wouldn't stick around either". She sighed. Her mother's heartbreak and her Dad's getaway was no secret then. It was stupid of her mother, even she knew that. But then, would it have killed him to stick around?

'Who are you kidding?' Another voice inside her head answered on cue. 'You think you'd be playing happy families if he had, dream on girl'.

She figured she could escape that in college. That's why she choose one over an hour out of Sydney and took 2 trains and a bus to get there before she got her car. Fate had come through that day handing over a full scholarship to this college. Everything had been fine until the incident last year that gave people a brand new reason to avoid her.

She hadn't seen her coming. One moment she was by her locker unloading her books, the next she'd toppled to the ground, causing her notes to fly everywhere cause someone apparently couldn't remember 'The 5 Easy Steps to Walking'. Number 1 being look straight ahead.

Looking to see who it was, Kira didn't need more than a brief glance before mystery solved. She grimaced, maybe ignorance was bliss.

"Sorry, didn't realise someone was there", the other girl said turning around with a very distinct lack of sincererity in her words.

She'd seen this girl around, with her 'queen of the hive' complex. Nancy Rhodes. Probably attempting to be fashionably late. She was the biggest gossip. She could have been Nancy Drew herself with the way she stuck her nose into everybody's business. She was stuck up, self centred and looked down her nose at virtually everyone.

Nancy turned to face her. A gleam appeared in her eyes that couldn't be trusted. "I've heard about you".

Pulling herself up, Kira quickly collected her notes and returned to her locker. Better just to go rather than say something to give her something to talk about.

"I can honestly say that I feel for you and your family but your done well, you've made it all the way to college which is surprising", she paused before a smirk found it's way to her mouth. "Given your roots".

Normally she would just walk away. By now Kira knew not to let these words get to her. They didn't know her. As far as she was concerned she was a sink with an open drain to the blondes words. She kept her head buried in her locker.

"How do you manage to survive? On palm reading?" Kira dropped the book she was holding. This wasn't good. Why was she letting the girl rattle her?

A sneer appeared on Nancy's face. The blonde knew she was breaking through Kira's mask. Neither of them noticing that even though they were inside a light breeze had picked up.

"You know, I bumped into you and I apologised but you haven't said a word" "That's, looks like you owe me one now". Seriously was she a vampire that thrived off people kissing her ass. She'd began tapping her foot impatiently.

Kira clenched her fists, she would get through this, She could be the better person, carefully she closed her locker door meaning to make her way to her next class. That train of thought halted when Nancy stepped forward and roughly grabbed Kira's arm. The manicured nails digging paining into her bare skin.

"Walking away because you can't defend yourself, you have thought that old witch would have taught you a spell or two by now".

"TAKE THAT BACK!" Kira had spun around so fast she would have surprised even herself if she was think straight but in that moment all she saw was red.

Before she knew what was happening a strong wind came out nowhere and began swirling around her causing several lockers sprang open due to it's vicious assault scattering books and food everywhere. Then without warning a strong single gust sent the blonde flying back into the lockers behind her. A loud clang sounded as her head impacted against the locker door and she slumped to the floor.

'Wha...Wha..'

Unable to move Kira stood, breathing heavily, rutted to the spot unable to believe what she'd just seen. Shock did not begin to describe the emotions swirling around inside her. It was like the anger inside had been unleashed in all it's fury.

Shaking herself out of the stupor, she quickly ran to check on Nancy who still hadn't moved. A sigh of relief escaped at seeing the rise and fall of Nancy's chest.

As people ducked their heads out of doors and some came out to find the source of the loud noise that had disturbed their teaching and studies. Kira knew it didn't look good with Nancy just crawling her way back to consciousness with Kira standing over her. She opened her mouth to explain but her voice

Words had failed her.

"What happened here?" And of course that's when the Dean showed up.

She hadn't been badly hurt but the hospital had kept her in overnight to make sure there was no chance of a concussion. Upon her return she'd wasted no time in telling anyone who'd listen how Kira had assaulted her. It hadn't helped that Nancy's father and the Dean were good friends.

Luckily there was no proof to that claim and the security camera in the building confirmed so since it couldn't be explained, Kira had gotten off with a suspension and was forced to apologise. For what exactly, she still wasn't sure. Nancy had transferred.

College seemed the same as high school in her opinion, only difference seemed to be tougher class and slightly smarter bimbos. Slightly.

Kira had enough problems back then. That was when her Grandma had been diagnosed with a heart condition and they hadn't been able to afford a carer. Grams wanted to stay true to her roots. She'd come from an old gypsy family and palm reading and fortune telling weren't exactly booming industries in Sydney. That had meant no insurance.

She had gotten through it. She's survived. Everything had all come to this.

She was ready to be a doctor.

Of course there were still the smaller details of finishing college and then medical school. Turning the corner, the door that led to her next class was just ahead.

"Leaving early?"

Her thoughts interrupted, she whirred around to stare at the boy behind her. Standing there leaning against the lockers she knew she'd seen his face a couple of times before. This guy certainly seemed to fit the whole tall, dark and handsome persona with his 6 foot frame, wavy dark hair and tanned skin.

Whoa, hold on. There hadn't been any time for her date in between college and her grandmother's condition though Grams had often asked if she had a boyfriend. The answer to that hadn't changed in the 4 years she'd been asking it.

But this guy, he looked like a complete jock and Kira had seen that fall to pieces one too many times, often for all to see in the hallway or cafeteria. Besides what had her father been? Beloved star of the Basketball team and look how well that relationship had ended up. No she couldn't trust them but then how could she even judge when she didn't even know his name, much less know him.

"I've seen you around" his voice snapping her back to reality again and then took a deep breath as if not sure what to say next which surprised her. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" frustration was beginning to set in now. She was not gonna stand here playing twenty questions with him.

"Trying to do everything, like some Supergirl, your always running everywhere like there's an invisible fire behind you" Seriously, was he trying to be funny?

Glancing at her watch again, she huffed, these guys really picked their times, "Look I'm sorry but is there something you want?"

The corners of his began to turn upwards, "Stick around long enough for us to have an actual conversation and you might find out".

"Listen bud, I..."at that moment Kira's cell choose to spring to life. Upon seeing the number on caller ID she speedily put the phone to her ear with dread. There were only a few reasons they could be calling and none of them were good.

"Yeah"

"WHAT!"

"No, I'm on my way". Snapping the phone shut proved to be difficult due to the overwhelming shaking that had overtaken her.

The girl lay her hand against the locker to steady herself before hurryingly putting away her cell then changed direction and dashed out the double doors leaving the bewildered boy in her wake. He stared at the doorway she'd just exited for a few seconds, not quite sure what had just happened before whistling to himself.

"Man, that girl needs to try out for the track team."

Bursting through the double doors into the waiting room, she immediately made her way to the reception desk. Their neighbour, Mr DenWaver had called her from the ambulance and they had taken her straight into the operating room.

"Excuse me" she said frantically,

An elderly women, Irene Matthews, was brought in after having a heart attack, is she alright

Are you family?

Of course, I'm her granddaughter, is everything alright?

"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to sit in the waiting room", she said before putting on a reassuring smile. "We'll let you know as soon as we hear anything". Dejecting Kira forced her feet to move and she slumped down in a seat nervously waiting for news.

Time passed, people came and went but the 20 year old didn't notice, only pausing from the staring contest with the floor to glance at the doorway where she'd last seen the only remaining member of her family.

Finally after checking for what felt like the 200th time, a pair of black shoes came into view. She saw that those shoes belonged to a doctor, who was holding a clipboard and gazing down at her full of sympathy.

"Are you Kira, your grandmother was asking for you in the ambulance". As soon as she heard the word 'grandma' she jumped to her feet. She glanced at him anxiously.

"How is she?" she asked surprised at how small and squeaky her voice sounded. The doctor motioned for her to follow him through.

"She survived 3 hours of surgery and for the moment she's stable", he said as he led her to the recovery ward. Kira took the stairs two at a time before being led through several pairs of double doors to a secluded unit.

There her Grandmother lay looking peaceful but at the same time agitated. Several wires hooked up to a heart monitor that steadily beating. Looking around she realised the doctor had left already and looked towards the bed in the corner cautiously.

Another half hour passed before she felt something softly grip her hand and Kira's darted immediately looked towards the bed head where, to her immense relief, her grandma's began to flutter same tired gray eyes she'd known all her life which blinked before gaining a serious look and she began to try and sit up. Seeing this, the nurse that was in the room sharply told her to lay back down.

Kira's heart felt like it was being clenched by a vice, her Grams had always been so full of life and now to see her like this. She quickly grabbed her grandmas shaking hand to try and reassure her as she grappled with the nurse trying to push her back onto the bed.

"Grams, your sick, you need to lie down and let them take care of you." She pleaded.

"Kira, listen to me", she said with a slightly rasping voice before closing her eyes in concentration as though mustering the last of her strength.

"For once girl, don't argue", once again leaving no room for argument. The old women started to cough but continued regardless. Grabbing her granddaughters hand tightly she forced Kira to look her in her in the eye.

"A great storm is coming Kira and you must be prepared, you have your own part to play and ahh..." her breath suddenly become short. Despite the pain it had looked like she had wanted to say more but as an oxygen mask was fitted over her mask any noise she might have made became incomprehensible.

The nurse who had fitted the nurse looked at Kira, studying her for a moment before specking.

"This can happen sometimes, especially with senior patients, it's just an after effect of the anaesthet..." the nurse turned pale as the loud beeping of the heart monitor cut her off.

"Code Blue, Code Blue here!!" Everything seemed to slow to a crawl as those words reached Kira's ears. She was barely aware of the nurse Panic began to set in. Now what? She couldn't just stand there.

"Grams! GRAMS!!" She yelled trying to get her to respond, but the old women's eyes were tightly shut, her face screwed up in a grimace of pain.

The vice around her own heart that grew tighter with every gasp and hollowed breath her Grandma took. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.

After what felt like eons the crash team finally arrived but Kira pay no heed to them. The sudden rush of activity around her went unnoticed as the frenzy of doctors, nurses and the crash team swarmed around.

"Miss, a little room"

The voice didn't register and the girl didn't move a muscle, instead keeping her gaze fixated on the limb form in front of her. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. It seemed like everything else around had faded into the background. Every voice had blurred and become meaningless noise.

"Her pulse is dropping, we're losing her."

"Miss, we need you to move".

She was vaguely aware of someone shaking her, and a voice shouting at her but it all seemed so far away. All she could hear was the heart monitor beeping with urgency. Nobody noticed the crystal in her pocket glowing with a soft warm light.

An arm roughly came around her shoulders pushing her to the side with someone muttering a brief apology. Even as she stumbled back, she continued to remain as still as a statue. The vice now felt like a hand determined to crush it into tiny pieces. This strong grip was followed by a blinding pain as she suddenly snapped back to reality and the heart monitor went flat.

I may have rushed some parts of this but I hope it's still ok. I'm not good with chapter 1's. By the way I've changed the city this is now set in to Sydney, thought a bit of scenery change was in order. The prologue has been amended.

As always any reviews would be greatly appreciated.

Special thanks to White Hunter, Stealthuser, MatsueHikari, jellybean the smeghead and Emperor Ranshiin Moonlight for their reviews.

Right guys, can't make any promises about when chapters will be posted but rest assured I will be working on them. Next chapter Shiron makes his big debut.

Stay tuned