Girls of Steel: Rewritten

Uria

Cora spent the next several days trying to find the planet she'd visited in that vision.

What started out as pure curiosity had quickly turned into a mad hunt for information. She spent hours inside her bedroom, skipping a few outings with the others for a deep dive into the frosty wasteland she'd seen. None of the historical holotexts she'd found in the libraries held any mention of a frost planet, nor a planet that had in recent years froze over (although it would be difficult for the mostly secluded colony to find out about such a place). It was after she'd spent three days cooped up in her room reading that she decided to take a break and go through her mother's old things.

She reached for the box she kept by her bed and picked it up. She immediately reached for her mother's journal and put it to the side. She wasn't ready for that quite yet. She pulled out her mother's old dress, a jewelry box with gorgeous hairpins and several other items before she pulled out a book at the very bottom. It was old and covered in dust, and, quite honestly, she didn't feel like reading, but she opened it anyway.

Myths and Legends it read.

She sighed. It was a book of children's tales. She put the book on her bedside table and resolved to read it later when she wanted to fall asleep.

"Cora?" She looked up to see her cousin at her door. "Are you tired of reading yet?"

"I'm only taking a break."

"Boo!" She rolled her eyes as Kara walked into the room. "Why are you reading so much? It's not like you have a test to study for."

"You should study even when there isn't a test to write. That attitude is why your grades were always below mine."

"Whatever," she said with a roll of her eyes as she sat down on the bed. "We're going out to the city center. Want to come with?"

"I don't thi-"

"Nope. I've already decided. You're coming with."

"Why ask then?" Kara pulled her off of the bed and dragged her to the closet. She grabbed a pink dress and handed it to her. "I'm not in the mood for pink." Kara tossed the dress back and handed her a grey one. "Grey? Really?"

"It fits your mood," she said with a shrug. Cora glared at her, reached back into her closet, and picked up the pink dress. Kara smiled at her before turning to leave. "We leave in ten minutes."

***

They arrived at the city square within minutes. It was neither full nor empty, so it was a good day to go shopping. Cora got to see a few familiar faces, including two of her friends, Oria and Jan-Il, who had gotten married... and had kids... and grandkids.

"This is weird," she said as she was introduced to Nira and Kon-Il, the former being ten years old, only four years younger than her.

"It is," Oria said as her friend stood next to her granddaughter. "I think you're the same height."

"Take that back."

"A few more years and she would've out grown you," Jan-Il laughed. "But that's the price you pay, disappearing on us for 41 years."

"Now you're as tall as our granddaughter," Oria laughed with her husband.

"You two are terrible. Laughing at my trauma," Cora whined with a pout, making them laugh again.

"Laughing's better than crying," he pointed out, and they nodded. He glanced around the square before his eyes landed on the others. "Who's the guy with Kara?"

Cora turned to see her cousin showing Oliver some of the clothing stalls. "That's Oliver."

"Are they dating?" Oria asked, nosey as ever.