My Immortal

Chapt 7: We Meet Again

Mako: 

The pull I had felt that had drawn me to the night sky, finally had me drawn to a clearing twenty miles from Ton DC. I resisted the pull the best I could for a week, before I just couldn't take it anymore. Finally giving in I sought out the cause of the desperate pulling inside me. Just a few miles from the ship, I came across a young woman, the source of the pull. She was sitting next to a stream. Curious, I moved closer. My heart nearly stopped when I got a good look at her, she looked exactly like Kiran, a carbon copy; not a daughter, but a clone. Whimpering softly as my heart pounded painfully in my chest, I quickly moved so that I was coming up behind her. Drawing a knife, I slipped up behind her and put it to her neck. 

"Speak." I muttered, knowing that if she was a descendant of Kiran, she would speak the language we had created. 

"Who are you and why are you speaking to me in this language?" She snapped, not bothering to bend away from the knife; as if she isn't afraid of the blade at all. 

The pain and draw inside me grew as she spoke. "This is the language spoken by the Grounders for the last 90 years, Sky Child."

"THIS is a language that I have spoken for the past hundred years." She pulled away and turned to face me. I caught sight of her chocolate brown eyes. "Call me Sky Child again, Grounder, and I will end you."

"You dare to claim to be over a hundred years old!"

"You assume I am young, based on my looks, Grounder." Growling at me, she continued, her eyes hardening to a raging deep brown. "Is it really necessary to have me at knife-point?"

Hope stirred inside me as I slowly stood straight, the hand holding the knife falling to my side. "You lie. You must lie."

"I lie? Who are you? You know this language and you are acting like you know me. Speak grounder." She countered, a growl to her voice. I had heard it more times than I could remember. Kiran did it when she was upset. 

"But it can't be..." Not being able to take it anymore, I dropped the knife and raised my hands submissively. "Kiran?"

"And now you know my name?" It looked like it took a second to click in her head. "Mako?" Dropping to my knees in shock, I slowly reached up and removed my mask, letting it fall to the ground next to me. "It's not.... it's not possible..." She whispered, kneeling in front of me and pulling my face level with hers. Our eyes locked, emerald green clashing with chocolate brown.  "How?"

"How for you too?" I echoed, not sure if either of us actually had an answer to how we were nearing one hundred and twenty three years old. 

"Space. I just stopped aging, there was nothing... just nothing." She answered, shrugging, her hand tangling in my hair as if making sure I was actually in front of her. 

"I just stopped aging." I could tell there was more to it than that. 

"I got sent to SPACE. It was lovely." Her words were hard, her eyes going from calm to deathly sharp. 

"You hate space." I said softly, lightly biting my bottom lip.

"It's not as bad as it seems... just wish I could have actually done a spacewalk." It seemed that there was more to that, but I wouldn't push it just yet. 

"Liar."

"Does it matter?" she shifted, pulling away and shifting on her feet. Something was really wrong if she was willingly pulling away from me. 

"I haven't seen you in 97 years. Yes, it matters. Every little thing I missed and was taken from us, matters."

"I spent my time, nearly 95 years of it, as a Prisoner... They tried to FLOAT ME 7 times." I could hear the rage in her voice. "Float me... do you know what that MEANS?"