You'll Never Walk Alone- Elvis Presley Fanfiction

Miracle

Kacie was a pint-sized whirlwind of energy, her pigtails bobbing as she raced around the dusty yard of her grandma's farm. The sky was a vast, unblemished canvas of blue, the kind of day that made you believe in magic. The sun was high, casting a warm glow on her sun-kissed cheeks, as she chased the chickens, their clucks mingling with her giggles. At six years old, she knew more about hard work than most folks her age, but she never complained. Her world was simple, filled with the smells of freshly baked apple pies and the sound of her grandma's comforting voice

But today, her mind was elsewhere. Her mother had told her a secret so big, it was like holding a fragile bird in her small hands. Her father, the man she'd only seen in grainy photographs, was none other than the king of rock 'n' roll, Elvis Presley. The revelation had knocked the wind out of her, leaving her with a desperate yearning to meet him. Her mother had passed away when she was just a baby, leaving behind whispers of a love affair with the legendary singer. Now, as she sat in the shade of an old oak tree, her thoughts swirled like the leaves dancing in the breeze.

Her grandma had noticed the change in her, the way her eyes searched beyond the horizon, the way she'd press the faded photograph of Elvis to her chest before bed. It was time. With a gentle hand, she handed Kacie a map with a route drawn in a shaky hand, leading to Graceland. "You go find your daddy, Kacie," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "But remember, he's just a man, not a god." Kacie nodded solemnly, her heart beating like a drum in her chest

The journey began early the next morning, with a kiss on the cheek and a sack of supplies. The farm grew smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a memory in her mind's eye. The open road stretched out before her, a serpent of black asphalt whispering tales of adventure. She clutched her mother's diary tightly, her guidebook to the man she'd never known. The pages were filled with dates and places, a secret history waiting to be uncovered

Kacie's heart was a tornado of excitement and fear as she hitched her first ride, a friendly truck driver with a toothpaste smile and a gentle drawl. He chuckled at her story, not quite believing but entertained nonetheless. The rumble of the engine lulled her into a restless sleep, her dreams peppered with images of a man in a white jumpsuit, his hips swiveling like a tornado in a dance hall. She woke to the smell of gasoline and diesel, the world around her a blur of green and grey. A gas station. She left the strangers truck and thanked him for taking her this far, heading out into the world on her own

Days turned into a montage of passing faces and strange places, each step closer to her father's legendary mansion that she read about in her mother's diary. The heat of the south wrapped around her like a warm blanket, sticking to her skin as she trekked through fields of swaying corn and drank from roadside fountains. Her journey was not without challenges, though. Her small frame tired easily, and the disease that had been stalking her grew bolder with each passing mile. But Kacie had the spirit of a warrior, fueled by a love she hadn't even felt yet

One evening, as the sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, she stumbled upon a diner that seemed to have been plucked straight from a 50s movie set. The neon lights flickered invitingly, and the sweet scent of apple pie wafted through the air. She knew she had to rest. Inside, the jukebox played a tune she recognized from her mother's records – "Hound Dog." The patrons looked up as she shuffled in, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of her father's presence. They saw a tired little girl, but she felt like a detective on the cusp of a grand discovery

The waitress, a plump woman with a beehive hairdo and a name tag that read "Darlene," took one look at her and offered a booth with a sympathetic smile. "What'll it be, sweetie?" Kacie ordered a milkshake, the closest thing to a cure-all she could think of. As she sipped the cool, creamy sweetness, she studied the faces around her, hoping to spot a familiar twinkle in the eye, a gesture that screamed "Elvis." But all she found were weary travelers and locals lost in their own stories