CATRA'S hands ache red.
Two days have passed since Glimmer vanished to Brightmoon, and two days since she swore she would prove her worth.
Two days since she had made the decision that wound her up here, climbing the jagged clifs that overlook Elisia's surrounding ocean, the raging sea sloshing violently against the rock.
She had already cut herself, a long lightening-shaped wound across her temple, still drilling blood.
She had been faint for the moments following her slight injury, swaying dangerously from her place mid way up the cliff.
But she had carried on.
She grit her teeth, and swung one leg up to catch on a small ledge that jutted out from the rock.
She swore under her breath as the blood from her temple dribbles down into her eye, reddening her gaze.
She misses Adora.
At that moment, a thick gust of wind sent a quivering tremor through the cliff. And Catra's grip loosened.
'Watch yourself, girl. The sea will crush you if you blind yourself in focus of something else. That applies to many other things too.'
She squints up at a man-shaped silhouette perched on the cliff summit.
In doing so, she loses her balance.
She screams as she falls, the wind rushing past her ears.
The dark blob of man-shaped shadows swoops down and catches her in his arms.
'What did I just say? Fate, you D'riluths are truly mad.' The man shakes his head and sighs.
Catra recognises him now.
Rhys. God of the dead.
'You distracted me.' She mutters in retaliation as he carries her up the cliff.
'There is no such thing as true distraction. You wasted your attention on me. You cannot afford that again. I am here because I sensed how this place reeks of death, and Circe pleaded with me to keep you safe.' He replies quietly.
'Why the actual fuck does she want me to be safe? My job is protecting everyone else.' Catra mumbles.
'No, that is not your job. You are human. For now, atleast.' He seems uneasy as he speaks and sets them down on the rocky terrain of the cliff summit.
'What did you mean for now? Are you talking about Hemera?' She enquires.
'I'm afraid not. You will see, but you will not be pleased. You will be miserable, perhaps, you will miss the way people see you now. As a thing to admire rather then a thing to-' He halts mid sentence, suddenly agitated.
'Then a thing to what?' Catra's brow furrows in suspicion.
'I.....Forget I ever spoke. I need to go now. Remember though, viper girl, the apple doesn't fall far from the forbidden tree.' His eyes darken in what Catra can sense is worry and pain.
Despite his efforts to conceal it, Catra can feel something akin to dread stirring in both of their bodies.
'Rhys-' Before she can even finish, a fissure split a dark crack across the summit, and Rhys vanishes down it in seconds.
She groans aloud, and drops down to her knees.
Looking over the scudding grey clouds, Catra comes to the conclusion that the end is nearing.
In fact, it may have already began.
She catches sight of the grey silhouette of a fog-obscured temple to Circe in the distance.
She may need to go there later.
But for now, she just pulls her knees up to her chest and observes the busy markets of Elisia running.
Her focus so deeply implanted in such, that she remains ignorant to the teensy tremors shot through the ground.
Ignorant to the oncoming waves of loss and destruction.
Ignorant to her loneliness.
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Escaping Corruption (Seasons 1-3)
Fanfiction(Set in s3) (s1 of Escaping Corruption summary) Catra has been sent to Beast Island. But, when the storms around the island get a tad too violent, and she's thrown into the sea to drown, a mysterious duo save her. Adora strives to win. But when Ca...
