New York, September 10th, 2001
"I was there when Vesuvius exploded!"
"I was there when Stalin died!"
"Go brag to someone who cares Shawn and Alastair." Athena mumbled under her breath, rubbing her temples. Images of possible futures flashed through her mind. She gasped, at the singular image. "World Trade Center, tomorrow." She blurted out. The two bickering boys stopped. Looking at the girl sitting in a large plush black armchair, she started to twitch.
Alastair walked up to Athena, picked her up, and sat down, putting her on his lap.
"So many people are going to die." She whispered, tears started to prick at the corner of her eyes. Athena shuddered and fell limp, her mind started to show more images. "A war is going to start again."
Alastair knew that when a chain of events make a war, his sister would be in more pain then she normally was. His sister was a true Seer. She could see upcoming events, and what would happen after the usually tragic event. More events were turning death filled every day.
Alastair flicked his eyes up to the doorway, to see Darren, their father, rush in.
"What did she see?"
"World Trade Center, tomorrow." Athena repeated.
"You can't stop this one this time, the Elders are already angry at you."
"I think if they knew all of the facts-"
Darren cut Brian off with his hand.
"You know your training; do what you must to make this event happen." Darren turned on his heel and left the three teens alone.
"Should we leave Athena hear, and just ask for the survivors?" Brian asked.
"She will never forgive us if we do." Alastair looked down at his sleeping sister. Her mouth every so often would smile. He knew that she was seeing good events, people in the world deciding to make a good change.
Athena, feeling they boys' gaze on her, she opened her eyes. Alastair smiled at her, and gave her a hug.
"I have the names." Alastair's smile flickered. Athena read off a list of names, Brian copied the names down on a yellow pad.
"Ready?" Alastair asked.
"No, but when am I?" Athena bluntly stated. 'I just wish I could save all of them. Nobody should ever die this way.'
Brian left the living room of the tiny apartment, and walked to his and Alastair's room. Dragging out the large costume trunks, he pulled them into the small living room.
Athena slid off of Alastair's lap, and walked over to the costume trunk. Unlocking the trunk with a key tied to a silver chain, which hung around her neck, the trunk lid groaned and fell back, reveling a vast array of costumes. Togas to Victorian wear, Kimonos to Flapper dresses, this costume trunk had every style of clothing ever made.
Athena quickly pulled out work suits and a modern jacket with a pencil skirt for her.
"I'm going to sleep, wake me up in three hours. We have four to make this event happen."
"Gotcha chief." Brian and Alastair said in unison, mock saluting her.
Rolling her eyes, she dragged her feet to her tiny room. She opened the door, slid through, and shut it, locking the door behind her.
"So tired." She mumbled to her self. Visions of huge events always drained her. The last time she felt this big of a drain was when the U.S dropped the atomic bomb on Japan. She was bed ridden for weeks. In her experience it seems when ever the U.S.A is involved in any event, her headaches turn into migraines, times a thousand. Opening the small jar, sitting on top of the bed, she dumped out three pills into her hand.
"Pink for dreams, blue for slumber, white for blank mind." She sang, popping one white pill into her mouth. The boys didn't like it when she took pills, but they helped her cope with the events that have yet to come. The little pills also help her cope with the hole in her heart. From a man that keeps reappearing in her life. The life of being a Watcher and a Seer is meant to be in solitude. Athena knew that souls often recycled themselves, some at more of an alarming rate then other. Souls are not easily created; it takes determination, and powerful elements to make it work. She knew nothing of where the souls went, after they completed their mission, only the Oracles knew, but that race of people was stamped out long ago, by hypocrites.
Athena could feel the side effects of the white pill start to kick in. she cleared her bed, and slipped off her shoes. Sliding under the covers, she closed her eyes, and let the pure white bliss of a clear head lull her to sleep.
"Brian, she can't handle this." Alastair insisted.
"Hush she might hear us." Brian leaned into Athena's door, listening for any sign that she was awake.
"I heard her open a bottle. I'm assuming that she took a white one." Alastair countered. "Seers are not meant for this line of work, they-"
"For being her brother, you can be so oblivious to what her motives are."
"And what would that be?" Alastair asked, un-amused to think that Brian knew more about his sister then him.
"She wants to see him again."
"That boy who broke her heart, every single time his soul has been recycled?" Alastair asked, skeptical.
"Oh yes, it is amazing what love can do to a person who was once as bright and cheery as she was.
I re-wrote this story, for Creative Writing day, and because it didnt fit where I wanted it to go.. Sooo here it goes...