If there's one thing she knows, it's that bad things happen in threes.
The first is Elfangor. A shortcut, a spaceship, an alien. The end of childhood and the start of a war. Naivety turned to nightmares and homework to blood.
The second is Rachel. Gorgeous and brave and strong and young. God, she was so young. Sixteen, seventeen? It's hard to keep track. Doesn't matter now.
The third is everyone else. Disappearing into the blackness of space and God knows when (or if, she tries not to think) they'll come back for her. She's all alone, now. All alone surrounded by people who love her but don't know her. It's ironic. The people that knew her but no longer cared enough to take her with them are the ones that she lost, and the ones that she misses the most.
One two three, she counts off on her fingers, instead of counting sheep. Nothing more can happen now. One two three.
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Animorphs, Cassie
Date: 2011-03-26 06:23 am (UTC)The first is Elfangor. A shortcut, a spaceship, an alien. The end of childhood and the start of a war. Naivety turned to nightmares and homework to blood.
The second is Rachel. Gorgeous and brave and strong and young. God, she was so young. Sixteen, seventeen? It's hard to keep track. Doesn't matter now.
The third is everyone else. Disappearing into the blackness of space and God knows when (or if, she tries not to think) they'll come back for her. She's all alone, now. All alone surrounded by people who love her but don't know her. It's ironic. The people that knew her but no longer cared enough to take her with them are the ones that she lost, and the ones that she misses the most.
One two three, she counts off on her fingers, instead of counting sheep. Nothing more can happen now. One two three.