Post by Kara Viridian on Sept 28, 2008 15:26:47 GMT -8
August 28th 2009
Kara's Flat, 11pm
Nightfall. It was the perfect time to leave, gather, deliver and return. Such was the usual routine for a courier these days, or at least that’s what Kara called herself. Truthfully she was a fugitive, a witch on the run from the eyes of the Death Eaters.
Her eye slightly twitched at the words Death Eater.
Kara was pacing again, and she hated pacing. Another day had gone by and there was a delivery to be made over at Damien’s. She hadn’t left her hideout in days, as if she had been chained to this place. There was no opportunity to leave, no reason to leave until now. It had already been eight months since the ordeal that shook the magical world, but for Kara it seemed like her world came crashing down just the day before. Her heart thumped heavily, and with each beat little bit more did she feel the pain as it coursed through her. The place she was to protect was torn apart, what she was searching for had come to a crashing halt, and the man who helped her gain residence at said place, the man who had let her come this far…
…dead.
She stopped dead in her tracks, her knees buckled and she collapsed there on the floor. Letting out a wail, a heavy in mourning, Kara began to cry. Her tears stung in her eyes as they fell like tiny waterfalls streaming down her cheeks. Tiny dots of black began to appear as she stared at the wooden floor where her crystal tears were falling. Merlin, she heaved. Why did it hurt so much? ’Why did you leave me?” she cried as over and over the vivid picture of that fateful evening was playing out in her mind. The more and more she thought about it (and she had thought of only that in the past eight months) she didn’t understand.
Why Hogwarts? Why the students, the need for endless wrecking of the school’s halls? Why Him?
Coughing slightly, she continued to cry, the black dots now forming one dark puddle on the wooden floor. It was just like when she found out her father died, then her mother, now this. Was she cursed? Had she fallen under some sort of spell that was cast to cause this dramatic spectacle to happen to her in this lifetime? When they came around, they left quickly and she was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with her, that she was damned or something. Maybe it was just angst. Maybe she had fallen back in time to her teenage days where everything felt like it was against her. Was that it? Was she ruined or something? A center of focus where everything revolves around and affects her -- that is, mostly negatively?
A sniffle. Kara shook her head. He was in her thoughts to comfort her but it only made the pain worse. His sweet voice, his soothing presence, his face… The face of the late deputy Headmaster, the one she confided in at that time, was gone and never to return.
What she couldn’t fully grasp was the pain. Yes, she had lost people before, she had lost family and that was self-explanatory…but then there was one other time she had felt this horrible.
Kara's Flat, 11pm
Nightfall. It was the perfect time to leave, gather, deliver and return. Such was the usual routine for a courier these days, or at least that’s what Kara called herself. Truthfully she was a fugitive, a witch on the run from the eyes of the Death Eaters.
Her eye slightly twitched at the words Death Eater.
Kara was pacing again, and she hated pacing. Another day had gone by and there was a delivery to be made over at Damien’s. She hadn’t left her hideout in days, as if she had been chained to this place. There was no opportunity to leave, no reason to leave until now. It had already been eight months since the ordeal that shook the magical world, but for Kara it seemed like her world came crashing down just the day before. Her heart thumped heavily, and with each beat little bit more did she feel the pain as it coursed through her. The place she was to protect was torn apart, what she was searching for had come to a crashing halt, and the man who helped her gain residence at said place, the man who had let her come this far…
…dead.
She stopped dead in her tracks, her knees buckled and she collapsed there on the floor. Letting out a wail, a heavy in mourning, Kara began to cry. Her tears stung in her eyes as they fell like tiny waterfalls streaming down her cheeks. Tiny dots of black began to appear as she stared at the wooden floor where her crystal tears were falling. Merlin, she heaved. Why did it hurt so much? ’Why did you leave me?” she cried as over and over the vivid picture of that fateful evening was playing out in her mind. The more and more she thought about it (and she had thought of only that in the past eight months) she didn’t understand.
Why Hogwarts? Why the students, the need for endless wrecking of the school’s halls? Why Him?
Coughing slightly, she continued to cry, the black dots now forming one dark puddle on the wooden floor. It was just like when she found out her father died, then her mother, now this. Was she cursed? Had she fallen under some sort of spell that was cast to cause this dramatic spectacle to happen to her in this lifetime? When they came around, they left quickly and she was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with her, that she was damned or something. Maybe it was just angst. Maybe she had fallen back in time to her teenage days where everything felt like it was against her. Was that it? Was she ruined or something? A center of focus where everything revolves around and affects her -- that is, mostly negatively?
A sniffle. Kara shook her head. He was in her thoughts to comfort her but it only made the pain worse. His sweet voice, his soothing presence, his face… The face of the late deputy Headmaster, the one she confided in at that time, was gone and never to return.
What she couldn’t fully grasp was the pain. Yes, she had lost people before, she had lost family and that was self-explanatory…but then there was one other time she had felt this horrible.