Disclaimer: characters belong to Richelle Mead, I'm just borrowing them to play with
Part I: Stormy Weather
Chapter 1: Clear Skies
Something wet hit my cheek. "I love you so much, don't you ever forget that. I love you little Isaac and Ivy too"
I was warm and perfectly happy at the sound of this voice. I recognized it but I couldn't tell from where.
"And I am so sorry. So sorry, but it's for the best. I have to go, but I promise everything will be okay. I'll come back for you one day. I promise."
My eyes opened and I blinked. There was a pretty red head woman leaning over me. At least I think she's pretty. It's really blurry. She leans down and kissed my forehead. "Mommy has to go away right now okay. But I'll be back, I promise."
She tried to smile and she started to come more in focus. There is water falling from her eyes and that's what's making my cheeks wet.
She walks away and then I frown. Where is she going?
"Goodbye, my babies" she whispers and just like that she's gone.
My eyes snap open.
I blinked a few times trying to get my bearings. I was hot and sweaty. The sun was betting down pretty viciously. Surrounding me were my fellow students in equally horrible black robes. Elementary School Culmination. I must've fallen asleep during all the boring speeches because now our principal was reading out names.
The red head jumped up from her seat and walked across the stage.
I looked to the crowd where all of the proud parents were taking pictures and recording the whole process. It was way too much if you asked me. We were just going from the fifth to the sixth grade but apparently that's a big deal.
The girl next to me jumped up and went to go get her fake diploma. I wiped the sleep from my eyes so that way I could at least attempt to look like I care when they called my name.
That's me. I walked across the stage and took the diploma shaking hands with the principal. I saw Candace in the second row taking pictures. She frowned a little probably wondering why I wasn't smiling. I tugged the corner of my lip up just a little bit but that was enough for her, she smiled and clicked away furiously.
I stepped off to the side with the rest of my class as my twin sister walked the stage behind me. She smiled big and waved for the camera as she took her diploma.
Candace and Charles aren't our real parents but they're the only parents we've ever had. They've been taking care of us for all that I could remember.
I was four years old when I first found out. Evan, Charles' nephew came over to visit and for some reason (maybe because it was the Christmas holiday) he pulled out one of our old family photo albums. There was a red headed woman holding Ivy in a picture. I asked him who it was and he said:
"That's Eugenie, your real mom."
I frowned at him puzzled. "What do you mean my real mom?" I asked.
"Eugenie is your mom, she gave birth to you and Ivy" Evan said as if I didn't know what a mom was.
"Well what happened to her? Why isn't she here?" I asked.
"I don't know. Maybe one day when you're older I'll tell you the whole story" he said and he rubbed my hair. I batted his hand away and pondered what he had said.
Naturally I was curious so the next day I had asked Candace about my real parents. She didn't like the way I used the word 'real' but she pulled Ivy and me to the side and gave us the bare minimum. She said our mother name is Eugenie and she had come to stay with her while she was pregnant because she was in danger. After she gave birth, the danger wasn't over so she left us where no one could find us in order to protect us. I had no idea what that meant then, and I still don't understand. How can a person just up and leave their kid, even to protect them?
Evan always was the one who used to tell me things that no one else would. When I was six, Evan over heard me telling Ivy that fairies aren't real and he contradicted me saying that fairies were very much real. I didn't believe him at the time. I thought he was humoring Ivy to keep her from throwing one of her dolls at me. (She was in a throwing things faze, even threw a lamp once and broke it).
A week after he told me fairies were true, Evan, started telling me about how he highlighted as a shaman on the weekends and after school. He even showed me his wand. I told him he watched way too much Harry Potter and the next thing I knew he'd be trying to fly away on a broom. He laughed at me then. But I've come to believe that fairies do exist. I don't know how he convinced me. I just knew that he wouldn't lie to me and if he was serious when he said fairies exist, then fairies must exist.
Something sharp hit my wrist and I looked up. Ivy was glaring at me. I raised my eyebrow in question when I realized everyone else was singing and swaying along to one of our two final school songs.
I tried to catch up, "…Our big hope, I won't forget them. I believe that we will meet in August 10 years later. I knew that you screamed 'Thank you' from the bottom of your heart htill the very end. A goodbye when you hold back your tears and smile is lonely, isn't it. The best memories…"*
I have no idea where Mrs. Kendall found the song only it was long and she made us memorize all of the words. I swayed along with the others lip synching the words, nobody would notice.
When we finished the principal had even more words to say. And then we were cued to start singing, again.
"We've been assessed we've passed our tests
And we've been good at least there been no arrest
Our grades are up our tardiest are down
It's time to go just when we're getting it down
Our minds have grown not diminished
Today we're officially finished
I can't believe it's time to go"
Yes! It's time to go. The first thing I did when I got off the stage was take off the hideous black robes and the stupid square hat.
Ivy was gushing with her friends all three of them leaking tears as if they'd never see each other again.
We live in a very small town. I knew for a fact if we see Brittanie and Kacey again before Monday.
"I seen you fall asleep"
I turned at the sound and faced Evan.
"Hey, man what are you doing here? I thought you had to go watch a bunch of angst-y teenagers graduate" I said. Evan teaches at the local high school. They should be glad he doesn't teach history or else he'd be telling them all what he calls the 'real' history of America and how the gentry almost took over.
"Naw, high school graduation isn't until next week. I still got a week left to try to the truth into their brains before they're off to college and they forget everything I ever told them" Evan said and he pulled me into a one armed hug.
Candace and Charles arrived then. They both gave me hugs. We managed to pull Ivy away from her friends.
I wasn't all that hungry and neither was Ivy so instead of going out for lunch we went to the local Baskin Robbins.
We all ordered our favorites. Mine is Cookies and Cream and Ivy's is Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.
I saw something flicker out of the corner of my eye as we were walking towards the car. Then suddenly Evan pushed me to the side and something huge tackled him to the ground.
The thing that tackled him didn't look human at all. It was big and hairy.
Ivy screamed and I realized there were more of them. I grabbed Ivy around the waist and pulled her out of the way. Evan and Candace both had wands out and were doing something while Charles was physically fighting a big tan one.
"What's going on?" Ivy asked.
"I don't know but we have to get somewhere safe" I said.
I pulled her across the street towards our car. We didn't have the key so we crouched down on the side of the car hiding us from sight. I could still see what was going on.
It looked like someone had opened a portal and was making the bad guys disappear through it.
When they all disappeared Candace looked around frantically. "Ivy? Isaac?" she all but screamed.
"We're over here" I said standing up.
All three adults seem to sag in relief.
"Okay, let's go before more of them come back" Charles said.
We all got into the car and locked the doors.
"What was that?" Ivy whispered to me.
"I have no idea" I whispered back. It was a lie. I knew from what Evan told me that those things were yetis. A type of gentry. The more important question is why did they attack us.