Running Away-Travlyn

Prologue (Rewritten)

((A/N: This prologue takes place at the date and time of MCD Season 2 Episode 29.))

Travis' POV:

This morning, a ship arrived at the docks, blown off course due to the "cursed sea". This wasn't anything new, it had happened before, but my curiosity still got the best of me. So I decided to see who these new people were from atop a balcony, watching curiously as they cautiously walked off a strange ship, with confused looks on their faces. It was obvious they were from a different region, but how foreign could they possibly be? As far as I could see from my hiding place among the trees, their ship wasn't anything like I had ever seen before.

The foreigners filed off one by one, in a single line; A raven-haired, amber-eyed female purple meif'wa, followed by a man with a red mask, a brown-haired, blue-eyed male meif'wa, and a female meif'wa with light blue hair and eyes, and darker blue ears and tail.

Looking at the strange newcomers, something inside me sparked, like an old memory, but I couldn't quite remember clearly. I stared at them from my hiding place in the branches, trying to figure out what or who it was that sparked this feeling.

My gaze landed on the blue-haired meif'wa, for some reason. My memory was hazy, and thinking of it made me dizzy. I couldn't remember, no matter how hard I tried, and it bothered me. It felt like, like trying to catch a snowflake, so close, but whenever I touched it, it melted away.

Katelyn's POV:

Hearing a rustle in the trees, my warrior instincts kicked in and I spun around quickly, looking in the direction the sound came from, hands about to draw my weapons. Gazing up into the trees, I held back a gasp as I saw a lock of fluffy white hair.

"What's wrong Katelyn?" Aphmau asked as I closed my eyes and reopened them to see that there was nothing there.

"It's nothing," I said, quickly wiping away a stray tear that had somehow made its way halfway across my face.

There was no possible way that this was that island. I refused to believe it. Maybe it was just an imp, or a memory of him. I tried the best that I could to push away the memories.

That was ages ago, I told myself, That was a different Katelyn; a different me.

But try as I might, I couldn't push away the memories. They kept coming back, never ending waves of memories and pain. Like the rising tides, and the constant waves that came with the rising of the oceans.

Like the sea, the memories couldn't be contained.

They were flooding my mind, drowning me.

And this time, there was no running away.