This is sort of a companion piece to Anything. It's kind of showing how Schuyler parallels her mother.
Summary: When Schuyler feels lost she goes to visit someone dear to her.
The Changing Winds
Schuyler POV
I needed to get out of there. I ran back to the Force townhouse and grabbed a duffle bag out of the closet. The venators would be here soon, we had to act quickly. Oliver had already texted that he would be out in front in a few minutes. I threw what little belongings I had into the suitcase and zipped it. I was about to leave the room when something caught my eye. A worn copy of The Trial sat on my nightstand. I winced as I picked it up and opened it up to where I left off. A picture of Lawrence and I marked the page. I sighed, almost nostalgically. He was gone. They both were.
I ran out the door and onto the front steps. Just in time Oliver pulled up to the curb in a sleek black car. It would go unnoticed through the busy Manhattan streets. I threw my suitcase in the back seat and jumped in. Like a bullet, Oliver sped off, swerving in and out of traffic. We passed in front of an old gothic cathedral. At the back of the church was a graveyard. It was painfully familiar.
"Can you stop?" I asked. Oliver looked at me incredulously but it was soon replaced by a knowing look once he saw what I was referring to.
I jumped out of the car and went down the familiar path that led to a small, modest head stone.
Cordelia Benjamin Van Alen
1938 – 2007
A cherished mother and grandmother
May she fly on angel's wings
I almost laughed at the inscription on the tomb stone. Blue bloods sick idea of a joke. I knelt down in front of the stone and all of a sudden the dam broke. I felt the hot tears sting at my eyes and start to pour over my face.
"I don't know what to do." I said to the silence.
The conclave is being torn apart, I had to leave the one I love, my grandfather is dead, and now I am being accused of his murder. I could scream at the injustice of this world. I turned my face up to the darkening skies.
"Why?" I whispered. But He remained silent.
The winds blew again, blowing the leaved of the trees around in a dizzying tornado. It was autumn, time for change. And you could almost taste it on the wind. I looked up at the gray sky. A storm was brewing. The winds were changing.
I looked back to the headstone and found an odd sense of comfort coming to see my grandmother. She had been the person to guide me through the waters and now I'm navigating them blindly. She may not have been a loving presence in my life but at least she was there. She was the one who bandaged up my scrapes when I got hurt, she was the one who signed my forms from school and she was….
Gone
Just like everyone else.
But not Oliver.
No, Oliver was always there for me. He was my rock to lean on when things got rough. I would be forever grateful for him.
I knelt and for the first time in a very long time I prayed. For myself, for Oliver and for a world where those you love never leave you too soon.
I took a deep breath and stood. "Facio Valiturus Fortis." I whispered before I left.
The wind blew and for a moment I could almost see my grandparents there, watching me. They stood smiling but in a moment they were gone. I smiled as a single ray of sunlight came through the clouds, illuminating their figures. I raised my hand in a half wave. A wave goodbye.
It must have just been a trick of the wind.
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