Running Away-Travlyn

History Repeats-Ch.16

Katelyn's POV:

"NO!!" I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I realized I was watching myself. I was watching my own flashback. This has to be dream, but I feels so real.

3-year old Katelyn tried to scream and cry as my mom was being taken away, but my dad came over and clamped my mouth shut.
"Katelyn," He said softly, "Your mother made her sacrifice. Although she only bought us time, and the guards will come back someday, at least we'll have a little peace. Listen to me. Your mother and I have kept you a secret from O'khasis. Stay strong."

At the time when I was three, I didn't understand what my father said, but I did understand two words. Be strong. Even as a little girl, I was always training, trying to prove that girls could fight as well as boys.

I watched myself huddle there, crying. Hours went by, then days, and I was still crying. Sometimes I would scream and cry out in anguish, still grieving over my mother. Occasionally O'khasis guards would come in for inspection upon hearing my cries.

Luckily, the guards did not know there was a daughter in this family, so my dad was able to keep up with the excuses. My throat was sore and my eyes were bloodshot red, like I had gone insane...

I woke up, sweating and breathing heavily. "It was just a dream," I said to myself. Travis was out of the house, and left a note attached to a plate of breakfast. It read:

Doing some work around the village, I won't be home until after dark~Travis

I was both confused and grateful. What kind of work was he doing? Strange, but I couldn't worry about that now,  O'khasian threats were getting worse. I knew any second now they would be here at the door, just like all those years ago, but it felt like the day would never come. It made me uneasy just thinking about it.

The words my father said haunted my thoughts. Stupid karma. I had nowhere to go, and I had blown my cover when I attacked those guards back in O'khasis. The increasing frequency of these flashbacks have not helped at all either. It was slowly killing me, the anticipation. At this point, I would even gladly accept a simple death. I wasn't looking forward to running away for the rest of my life either.

My heart pounded in my chest and through my head, interrupting my thoughts with a loud constant booming. I thought of the time when I was little, and my brothers used to watch the O'khasian soldiers walk around in perfect rhythm. The clanging and booming of the armor resonated in my head.

Slowly, the pounding slowed, becoming louder and louder. And then...it stopped.