A/N: CTTO of the picture above. Not mine.
Raven's POV
As I opened the door to my old room, a flood of memories washed over me, transporting me back to my time at the academy. The room appeared exactly as I had left it, seemingly frozen in time. It was still immaculately clean and untouched, just as I remembered it. Certain items I had left behind remained in their designated places, too important for me to take when I departed.
Sitting down on my bed, a bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of my lips as memories of the past flooded my mind. I recalled Klaus's antics, often hiding in my room to escape our father's rigorous training sessions. He despised those sessions, and I vividly remembered the fear in his eyes after being locked in a tomb for what felt like an eternity. Despite his reluctance to speak about it, I could sense his terror as he sat silently beside my bookshelf, seeking solace in my presence.
Glancing at the bookshelf, my gaze landed on a particular volume: an anthology of Anton Chekhov's works. It was the same book that Ben had been engrossed in before Five left and vanished. Standing up, I approached the bookshelf, drawn to the familiar tome that held a significant memory of my departed brother. With a sense of reverence, I reached out and took the book in my hands, feeling the weight of its significance as I turned its pages.
As I skimmed through the pages of the book, a bookmark slipped out and landed softly in my lap. I picked it up, fingers tracing over the words inscribed upon it: "Change is constant, everybody leaves but life doesn't stop for anyone." A gentle smile tugged at the corners of my lips as memories of Ben flooded back to me. He had given me this bookmark, a quiet reminder of life's inevitabilities, long before he entrusted me with the Anton Chekhov book. Despite his reserved nature, Ben possessed a stubbornness that I can't quite place.
With a sense of reverence, I returned the bookmark to its rightful place between the pages, a silent tribute to my brother's wisdom. Turning my attention to the dresser, I reached for a small box hidden amidst the clutter.
"Shit, can't believe its still here" I murmured softly, a fondness evident in my tone as I lifted the lid. Inside lay a single dark blue button, identical to those adorning our childhood school uniforms. Each button, though uniform in appearance, bore the unique mark of its owner – a silent testament to the individuality we each brought to our shared experiences.
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17 years ago...
The morning sun cast long shadows across the street as the chaos unfolded outside the bank building. Sirens blared in the distance, signaling the arrival of police cars racing to the scene. Overhead, a news helicopter circled, its camera pointed downward to capture the unfolding drama. Reporters gathered outside, their eager expressions a stark contrast to the tension in the air.
Inside the bank, my brothers and I remained poised, our positions carefully chosen as we awaited the opportune moment to intervene. Meanwhile, our sister Allison and I made our way to the main hall, where the robbers had gathered their hostages.
"Hey, get them behind the counter!" a man barked, his voice drowned out by the blaring alarm signaling the robbery in progress. He muttered such nonsense into the phone, frustration evident in his tone.
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Time
FanfictionTime is the gentle yet relentless force that weaves the tapestry of our lives, stitching together moments of joy, sorrow, growth, and reflection. It is the silent witness to our triumphs and trials, the invisible hand guiding us through the ever-cha...