The feeling of being weak always bothered her. She always wanted to be strong and harsh, but hell-no, she had to be the kindest and the weakest.
Her things were packed, not all of them, just the necessary stuff. She knew somehow she would regret about that decision, but there was no turning back.
-Ready?
She raised her eyebrows and sighed.
-Nope, not at all.
When they got to the most inhospitable place, Scott parked the car, and took her things.
-Time to open the portal.
He smirked at her, trying to cheer her up.
-I really don’t want to go in there. The last time I lost one shoe, and I got there almost barefoot.
He giggled, and she smiled.
Suddenly, he pulled a rock out of his pocket, they both knew it wasn’t just any rock, it was “The rock of the allies”, the one that could take you to the “Blizzba”.
“Blizzba” meant, torture for her, it was just so “natural”. There weren’t phones, or computers, just a lot of animals and trees.
-This is going to be so prosy.
She said giving him a bad look.
While she was talking he drew the “Blizzba” sign, which was a butterfly with long pointed wings.
He took her hand and whispered something, while he was outlining the butterfly’s wings.
It just felt like a blast of wind, and before she opened her eyes again, they were there.
“Shit is actually happening.” She thought.
The city changed in every single way.
It wasn’t so green like the last time.
It wasn’t so antiquated like the last time.
Boys were much hotter than the last time.
-Wow.
That’s all she could say. Suddenly a voice sounded very loud.´
“Ladies and gentlemen, we want to communicate, to all of you, a horrible new. The king, our boss, our hope… Blake Raden, is dead.”
The silence gripped them all, I just looked ahead.
“He was killed, by the “black beasts”, apparently he made a deal with them. If he gave himself, they would stop messing with us. They lied him, now he’s dead, and we are defenseless, some of our solders tried to sneak in to their palace; they caught them and killed them, too. So we all give the condolences to the families I will name.”
She saw how everything got tensed, Scott was right, she wasn’t the only one who was losing her loved ones.
“Holst, Jennings…” it was really heartbreaking the way parents and brothers cried, almost making a river with their tears. “Fields, Cogan, and…” he made a paused. “To the family Cahill, we couldn’t find Macon Cahill’s body. We are really sorry, goodnight.”
All she could hear was faint cries, and cursing words.
She had to do something.
She took the microphone or whatever it was into her hands and took a deep breath.
-Um, hi.
Everyone looked at her, and not in the best way.
-I know you all are pretty bereaved right now, I truly understand you. I just lost my father; I don’t know what I am doing here, standing in front of you but… I wanted you to know that; uhm…-she was looking for the exact words. - We have to do something about it; we can’t keep just waiting for them to snatch our family, right? And I’ve never been so serious before.
-What are you saying? Who do you think you are?
-I’m Avery Raden, daughter of… the man that passed away a few hours ago.
She felt all the eyes on her.
- I know I was never present for you, but from now on I will be. And I will give the best of me to confront everything, just for you, for the ones that are gone, and for my father.
They stood there in silence, she was expecting them to congratulate her or something, but then she felt stupid.
-Why did you do that, Ave?
Scott said putting his hand on her shoulder.
-I just…needed to. Dammit, I feel so stupid.
He looked at her and smiled.
-That was brave, you left me speechless.
-I bet they aren’t feeling the same way as you.
He chuckled.
-They don’t know you, sweetheart.
He accommodated her hair behind her ear.
-I bet they will be in love with you. You’re kind, lovely, and…
He continued, she smiled, and played with her fingers.
-And weak. Let’s be honest Scott, I will never make it through. They need someone with the feet on the ground, and I’m not that type of person. I don’t have the strength, I’m not prepared, and I don’t even have a plan. Something tells me that I’m going to screw it up.
-I already told you we are going to prepare you; you don’t have to worry about that.
She gulped.
-And when will it start?
-It did a long time ago.
