「𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗘」❝We always figure it out, don't we? ❞
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
Catherina was the Oracle sought out to purify the world. She was the light in the darkness that was soon going to take over"
Started: October 20, 2019
Finished: April 03, 2020
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"So, you don't age?" Catherina heard the sudden voice and jolted in fright, her meditation abruptly interrupted. She quickly stood up, dusting off her clothes, a warm smile gracing her face as she recognized the familiar voice.
Catherina chuckled, replying to her older brother with a hint of sarcasm, "No, not since I became a witch against my will, naturally." She knew Carlisle had been seeking the right moment to converse with her, but she couldn't help but inject some humor into the situation.
It had been barely a few weeks since their reunion, yet the opportunity to simply speak with each other had been elusive. Much of the attention during this time had been focused on Catherina, leaving little time for Carlisle and his family to initiate any meaningful conversations.
So, Catherina found her time occupied by entertaining their guests and fielding questions about her abilities and lifestyle. In the process, she had also had the chance to meet the rest of the Quileute's who willingly aided in the possible upcoming conflict. Her time was distributed among everyone—except her older brother—a decision she made deliberately.
Catherina had been hesitant and afraid to truly reconnect with her older brother, as she harbored a fear that her image of him would be altered drastically. She fully acknowledged that they were different people now, and she felt a hint of selfishness, wanting to cling to the illusion that they were still the same as they once were.
But deep down, she understood that it was not feasible to continue avoiding the undeniable truth.
"How did it happen?" Carlisle sat on the porch bench, extending a warm invitation for his sister to join him. She accepted the offer and settled beside him, her expression turning melancholic as she turned her gaze up towards him.
"Well..." A sad smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as Catherina admitted, "I suppose it was largely my fault that we ended up in the situation we did."
"We, as in you and Thornton?" Carlisle asked, wanting clarification.
Catherina nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the account of what had transpired. "Do you recall Mrs. Clarke?" she responded, prompting Carlisle's memory.
With a perplexed expression, Carlisle attempted to delve into his memories, yet the task proved difficult as many of his recollections from his human life were hazy and unclear. It seemed that only Catherina and their father remained vivid in his mind, the rest of his memories fading into obscurity.
Catherina provided a description, saying, "She was the elderly lady who cared for us whenever father was absent."
Carlisle raised a hand to his head, still struggling to recall the older woman. His sister smiled and reached out, gently turning his hand and tracing her finger along the lines on his palm.
