I dreamed, clutching tightly to a soft blanket. I had since moved from my little hutch in the clearing, and gone into the mountain. No one went into her room, not even Jessica. Some people wouldn’t believe she was dead-- Mercy continuously argued with everyone who knew she really was. Jessica and I knew. She wasn’t coming back. And I had since received her full powers. I was the new number three firecaster on the team.
I hated it. This wasn’t me.
Tonight I shifted restlessly on the mattress, nightmares plaguing my sleep. Most were about her, how she died, Chelsea delivering the final blow that killed her. These weren’t very unusual. But tonight I did have one I’d never had before.
A young teen girl, maybe 13 years, perched on a dining room table. Barefoot, her legs swung back and forth underneath the wooden support. She wore a loose, light pink tank juu and white jean shorts that frayed on the edges. On her thin, tan arms were dhahabu bangles, softly clinking with her every breath. Her sleek ebony hair reached to her waist. It fell carelessly into her face and barely covered her bright sapphire eyes. She gave me a small, warm smile. It suddenly hit me who she was.
I was looking at Fin, and she was perfect.
As I felt myself beginning to run, the living room she was sitting in expanded into a grassy kilima overlooking a calm blue ocean... au lake. I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter as I continued to dash even closer to Fin. She now rested on the ground, still smiling, and giving off a wonderful glow, that was just barely there. I flung my arms around her and sank into her lap. “Kyra...”
“Hello, Kaylee.” She placed a hand on my head, and began running her fingers through my crimson waves, comforting me.
“You’re dead.”
She laugh, and I felt myself lighten up a bit. I missed her laugh. “Yeah, I’m dead.”
“But you’re right here. I’m talking to you.”
“You’re right.”
“So... are wewe an angel?”
I blushed furiously as the swali escaped my lips. She had to be an angel. What else would she be?
But she only laughed again. “No, I’m not an angel.”
“Um...”
“I don’t even know what I am, Kay.”
I looked up at her and found a sad smile. "You have to be strong," she explained, cuddling me closer. But I couldn't kubeba it. I began to sob.
"Why'd wewe leave, Kyra?"
"I had to."
"No! wewe didn't! If Chelsea hadn't--"
I broke down at her name. I hated that bitch. She'd taken Kyra... she'd taken my older sister away from me. I wouldn't let her get away with that. After a while, I was calmer.
"Why me?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are wewe talking to me?"
"Oh. I talked to everyone else that needed to be talked to. Danna, Dick, Mercy, Aisling."
"Oh."
"Mm."
Someone called Kyra in the distance. She looked up and smiled, that same warm smile she'd aliyopewa me before. "I have to go now."
"Will you..."
"I'll always be here." She unclasped her locket, a locket I'd never seen her without, and placed it in my hand.
"What about the one--"
"I gave to Danna? Not the real one." She smiled again and kissed my forehead. "Love ya, Kay."
"I upendo wewe too."
I woke up in a cold sweat and hugged my knees to my chest. Sunlight poured through the windows. I glanced into my hand and found her locket there. I sighed and looked up.
Now the swali was if it was real.
I hated it. This wasn’t me.
Tonight I shifted restlessly on the mattress, nightmares plaguing my sleep. Most were about her, how she died, Chelsea delivering the final blow that killed her. These weren’t very unusual. But tonight I did have one I’d never had before.
A young teen girl, maybe 13 years, perched on a dining room table. Barefoot, her legs swung back and forth underneath the wooden support. She wore a loose, light pink tank juu and white jean shorts that frayed on the edges. On her thin, tan arms were dhahabu bangles, softly clinking with her every breath. Her sleek ebony hair reached to her waist. It fell carelessly into her face and barely covered her bright sapphire eyes. She gave me a small, warm smile. It suddenly hit me who she was.
I was looking at Fin, and she was perfect.
As I felt myself beginning to run, the living room she was sitting in expanded into a grassy kilima overlooking a calm blue ocean... au lake. I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter as I continued to dash even closer to Fin. She now rested on the ground, still smiling, and giving off a wonderful glow, that was just barely there. I flung my arms around her and sank into her lap. “Kyra...”
“Hello, Kaylee.” She placed a hand on my head, and began running her fingers through my crimson waves, comforting me.
“You’re dead.”
She laugh, and I felt myself lighten up a bit. I missed her laugh. “Yeah, I’m dead.”
“But you’re right here. I’m talking to you.”
“You’re right.”
“So... are wewe an angel?”
I blushed furiously as the swali escaped my lips. She had to be an angel. What else would she be?
But she only laughed again. “No, I’m not an angel.”
“Um...”
“I don’t even know what I am, Kay.”
I looked up at her and found a sad smile. "You have to be strong," she explained, cuddling me closer. But I couldn't kubeba it. I began to sob.
"Why'd wewe leave, Kyra?"
"I had to."
"No! wewe didn't! If Chelsea hadn't--"
I broke down at her name. I hated that bitch. She'd taken Kyra... she'd taken my older sister away from me. I wouldn't let her get away with that. After a while, I was calmer.
"Why me?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are wewe talking to me?"
"Oh. I talked to everyone else that needed to be talked to. Danna, Dick, Mercy, Aisling."
"Oh."
"Mm."
Someone called Kyra in the distance. She looked up and smiled, that same warm smile she'd aliyopewa me before. "I have to go now."
"Will you..."
"I'll always be here." She unclasped her locket, a locket I'd never seen her without, and placed it in my hand.
"What about the one--"
"I gave to Danna? Not the real one." She smiled again and kissed my forehead. "Love ya, Kay."
"I upendo wewe too."
I woke up in a cold sweat and hugged my knees to my chest. Sunlight poured through the windows. I glanced into my hand and found her locket there. I sighed and looked up.
Now the swali was if it was real.
Dozens of reporters swarmed around the billionaire from New York, but he calmly walked past them all and into the limousine. A bodyguard turned around.
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he alisema in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did wewe hear that?"
"Yeah. I told wewe the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl alisema it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he alisema in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did wewe hear that?"
"Yeah. I told wewe the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl alisema it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
Prologue to Chapter Nine- "The Beginning of zaidi Troubles"
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The onyesha is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up kwa security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On juu of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if wewe can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The onyesha is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up kwa security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On juu of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if wewe can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."