Ooookay so yes, before you ask, this is CateyBug123. This is the original story. I could probably write an entire monologue with the reason I walked away from this story. But, and I can't stress this enough here, I had no intention of deleting this story. I had every intention to return to this after I fixed my personal problems. Sadly this failed to happen due to one of two possibilities. Either the account deletes itself after a certain time of no activity (which I am doubting seeing as I read some stories unfinished on here going on, like, five years) or my sibilings got a hold of my computer and were kind enough to delet this. I say kind with heavy sarcasm.
Anyway, whats done is done and I'm better now, mostly, and even got a job so thats pretty cool. So you should know I am making some changes here because after being away for so long and then coming back I noticed how many plot holes I had and my character development was not where I wanted it. So I will be re-doing some chapters. Still the same characters, the same general plot line, same Mercy, same Stark, same Sam, Luck, Lilac and everyone else. Just better. Well hopefully cause haha you never know it could suck some eggs.
To keep this short cause I know you probably don't wanna keep reading my babble, I've missed writing on here. I've missed hearing everything ya'll have had to say. It was a fun little passion I had going on and I am glad to be back, finishing this story and giving it an end.
So, muffins, read on or don't read on. It's up to you. And remember too hug a human today.
Love and blessings
Cat
Prologue:
Thunder clapped overhead shaking the sky. Lightning cracked sending shivers down his spine. He held the child closer to his hard chest, protecting it from the storm.
Protecting it from them. From this life.
The wind whipped his clothes as he bolted into the dense forest. The branches slapped at his face but he didn’t stop. The small, fragile child in his arms cried, her tiny fists shaking. He gently stroked her head, whispering soothing words. There were shouts in the distance, calls of his name. Of hers. He snapped his head to the left, listening.
Time was running out.
Cold rain started to pelt down and he wrapped the child into his jacket, holding her close. They wanted her, but not for the same reason he did. They cared, as if she was their own, but this life was not for a child. Especially not a human child.
The shouts grew steadily greater as he left the kingdom behind. They knew. The knew she was gone. He smirked widely as he bolted through the forests, slapping branches out of his way. They child made a small cooing noise and he gazed down at her perfect face. Her skin was soft and white, reminding him of new fallen snow. Her hair was thin and black, just tiny whips on the top of her small head. Her small fingers clenched and unclenched at his face, her fetchers scrunching up.
But it wasn’t any of these traits that made her stand out from the rest. No, it was her eyes. Her bright, fiery, orange eyes that stared up at him with understanding as if she could grasp the gravity of the situation, despite her small age. Tearing his eyes from her captivating gaze he pressed on.
The rain pelted him, making his hair stick to his face. The thunder roared and the lighting flashed making him worry.
Would she come? She had to come.
If she didn’t…
He shook his head and dismissed the thought. There was no turning back now.
Just as he jumped over a fallen log, a woman came into sight. He smiled and sped up. She came. It was time. As he approached, he got a good look at her. She was shivering, her blond hair plastered to his skin. Her skin was slick with rain and her clothes were soaked through. Her pinks lips were pressed into a thin line and her gaze was cast downward. The smell hit him and he had to bite his tongue to control himself. Slowing, he approached the woman cautiously. She raised her head to meet his gaze, bright blue eyes piercing into his. Inclining his head, he shifted his arms to reveal the child still tightly wrapped in his jacket.
The woman bit her lip and extended her arms to take the babe. He handed her the child carefully and bent over, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. He kissed the child on the forehead then picked up her tiny arm. He placed his wet lips on her pulsing wrist, blowing a breath onto the tender skin. Three dark swirls appeared over the veins of her wrist flowing along with the veins about three inches. A mark.
His mark.
He pulled back and nodded at the woman. She slightly bowed to him, her face grave, deep wrinkles etching into her forehead. She was old, but not too old to care for a child. Turning around, still holding the child close, she took off into the darkness.
He watched her go, rain soaking his clothes, not looking away until they disappeared, melting into the forest. Thunder exploded overhead but he did not turn away.
“Run darlin’ run,” he whispered but the words were lost against the wind.