Part of Heaven

I'm fine. You're fine? We're fine!

Hey guys! I am back from the dead (finally)! If you know me from my Inheritance Games fanfiction Memories, you'll know that I haven't been active for A LONGGG TIME. And know that I'm truly sorry! I experienced major writer's block, but now I'm back with another fanfiction, but now it's about my favorite book character of all time, Sadie Kane! And if you did read my Inheritance Games fanfiction, get ready for a long paragraph of my gratitude! (WARNING: if you didn't read it please skip the rest of this paragraph, and you should read it) THANKS SO MUCH 😭😭. It has been my dream goal to create something that other people enjoyed, and after tons of trial and error, and a bunch of flops that still exist (you shouldn't read that lol)I finally found my groove, and it's all thanks to y'all. We went from 30 views, to 100, to 1k, to 7k!! It's more than I've ever dreamed of, and yet it still happened! In conclusion, dreams do come true if the fairy godmothers/fathers are just right. Anyways, enjoy this new story about Sadie, and I hope you have an amazing day!

Sadie Kane POV

After an incredibly exhausting day of nonstop magic, my legs feel like wobbly Jell-O, and my vision is fuzzy. I sigh, one spell already takes out a ton of energy out of a magician, and 14 spells in one day? Let's just say it's like a public school teacher after teaching a class of fifty children. Tragic. 

About to drag my tired body up the stairs to my room, Walt sees my face and chuckles, "Tired huh?" I smile despite it doing something to my face nerves, because Walt is the only person that can make me not hit them after commenting on my exhaustion. It's been about a year of a near-perfect relationship. Sure, we bicker sometimes, but is it really a relationship without bickering? I didn't think so. 

"Incredibly," I say dramatically, holding the back of my hand to my forehead like I saw so many damsels in distress do on television. 

Walt rolls his eyes, terribly trying to hold back a smirk, and asks me, "Wanna go grab a coffee? Caffeine fixes all tiredness." 

Usually I would say know, I mean coffee tastes gross in my opinion, especially without sugar packets, but how could I say no to him?

"Sure!" I answer, hiding back my grimace with great success. 

Walt moves his hand in a circular motion until a swirling portal about the size of a refrigerator forms. He lets me go first, (what a gentleman am I right), and goes in right after. 

After a few seconds of a flying sensation and dizziness, I open my eyes to see bustling streets full of desperate merchants, cheery tourists, and tall buildings of popping color. I smile at the familiar sight, and let out a sigh of happiness. 

Ah. New Orleans. Anubis' favorite place in the world, and my favorite too after a while (what can I say it grew on me). 

Freshly baked bread enters its way into my nostrils, which I greedily inhale, and I see a jazz band making its way down the road, the lively trumpets and banging drums reminding me of my jazz-obsessive Uncle Amos. I wish he was here with me and Carter at Brooklyn House, but he had to leave to take on his role as Chief Lector, as the responsible man he is. I really can't relate, I can't even clean my room for gods sake. 

Walt sees my happy face and winks, "Wow, we didn't even get the coffee yet, and you're already smiling like a little kid." My smile disappears, "That can be arranged, if you want."

 "Please no sulky-face, it really brings down the vibe," Walt repents. 

I roll my eyes with a grin, and skip to Anna's Coffee, the BEST coffee place in the whole world. And that's saying a lot. I don't even like the stuff, yet this coffee is the only kind that doesn't make me want to retch. Lot of brownie points for that. 

A second later, we're in the cute little shop that smells amazing, I kid you not, and Walt and I are waiting for our coffees at a mini table of wood that i love tapping my fingers on. 

"I'm going to the bathroom," Walt says while getting up, "Make sure not to blow this place up again."

I groan, "That was one time!" He chuckles as he's walking away.

Grinning, I look around. They're on number 83. I'm number 102. Ugh. I save our seats with my jacket and Walt's.

I walk outside, and almost trip on blankets on the ground. I look up to see a green/teal eyed homeless woman on the road, holding up a sign saying Single mother of four children. Lost my job. Gods bless. I found it weird to see it say 'Gods bless' and not 'God bless' but to be fair I say it all the time. I look in her tiny metal tomato can to see not a single donation. 

I look around to see people on their phones, just walking past her like they didn't even notice her. A pang of guilt hits me, and even though I hate doing nice things, ugh, I felt for the woman. Parenting is hard, parenting or lots of children is hard, and doing it all by yourself is even harder. She must feel like she's hit rock bottom.

 I've been there before, when the world was about to end, and all my relationships broke out of my own selfish need. 

I shake my head of that terrible memory, and decide to take out some $7 in my pocket, and put it in her can.

 She grins, a beautiful sight, and suddenly the world around me starts to spin. It keeps spinning until New Orleans fades away, and the woman transforms from a dirty woman in rags, to wearing green, blue, and brown gossamer robes, her eyes glimmering, and her frizzy hair turning silky, long, and pinned up. Reflective eyeshadow brushes her eyelids, and her body seems to glow. I have a weird feeling that I've seen her before. Before I can put a finger on who she is, she starts speaking to me.

 "Child of Egypt, full of wonder. Child of Greece, Egypt no longer. Child of heaven, now and forever. Touched by Gaea, suffer never. Death, life. Love and strife." She puts a hand on my forehead, closes her eyes, and opens them to reveal not green or teal, but glowing orbs of fire. 

My body starts to burn, like she's transferring her fire to me. My body can't take it, the heat is getting to much. Before long,  my body convulses, and my mind turns blank. 

I wake up to see Walt, Carter, Zia,  and my friends around me, looking at me with concerned faces. 

"What?" I ask. I feel fine, but I don't seem to remember much about what happened before I blacked out.

 They look at each other and tell me, "Do you remember anyone before you died, Sadie?"

 Died? What the heck? If I died I wouldn't be standing here (duh). Maybe this is a dream, because they're going cuckoo. 

I laugh, "Yeah, Doja Cat." 

They look at each other weirdly again, so I finally ask, "What's going on, guys? Why do you look so worried? I feel fine." 

Carter finally looks at me, and the next thing he says shakes my whole world once again, "That's the thing, Sadie. You just died, but you're completely fine."