Kinasha did not know why she was out here, much less at this hour of the night. The silver marks that decorated her skin were concealed by a dark orange coat and her skating uniform.
Why aren’t you on the ice?
That was where she was supposed to be right now, preparing for her competition in about an hour. Her coach knew that she was out on a personal errand, but she hadn’t told him how long she would be gone, or why she was gone. She just knew that the pendant around her neck had been clear when it told her that she needed to go into the Fe’gan Mountains.
Jozite and Parthannûn... you are to meet these two people now, it had said. They are part of the very reason you are able to skate now. Without them, you would not be here—heck, if it were not for Jozite, you would still be in a comma...
Even though it was hard for Kinasha to believe that, a mere two months ago, she had been on crutches and had been told that she would never skate again. However, she had glared back at her doctor and rested on her crutches, her violet eyes throwing daggers at him as she leaned in, her voice steely.
Listen, she said, I don’t care what you think I can or can’t do, I will skate again, she said. I’m going to the Games, and I will skate. You can’t stop me, and I don’t much care what you say about it otherwise. It was never my intent to go down like I did, and it certainly isn’t my intent to go out of my sport because of an injury that should have, in all reasonable cases, ended my life. If I’m still alive, I’m going to skate.
And now... here she was.
Jozite... Parthannûn... hear me now, she said, drawing in a breath as she lowered herself to her knees on the mountaintop, her eyes closed. I have been told that I owe my life to you... this pendant is owed back to one of you... and, as unbelievable as I sound saying this, the fact that I was in a coma and spared the pain also needs to be thanked...
Without her helmet and her skates, Kinasha felt like she was nearly naked. After all, all she had on was her coat, skating uniform, a pair of boots, her gloves—which had silver-tipped fingers—and the pendant around her neck, the same bloody thing that had called her here from her comfortable position back on the sidelines of the rink. She, however, had to ask herself as she waited for the first of the voices to respond to her, whichever one it was...
Am I really comfortable doing this?
That had been the one question on her mind since her first practice after her accident, and it was still on her mind as she had taken to the 500-meter sprint again, something she had vowed not to do because of its unpredictability and danger. She knew she was not the first short track skater to go down in that race, but she would be the first that came back to the same race that nearly took her life mere months before.
...please... I need your help...
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Why aren’t you on the ice?
That was where she was supposed to be right now, preparing for her competition in about an hour. Her coach knew that she was out on a personal errand, but she hadn’t told him how long she would be gone, or why she was gone. She just knew that the pendant around her neck had been clear when it told her that she needed to go into the Fe’gan Mountains.
Jozite and Parthannûn... you are to meet these two people now, it had said. They are part of the very reason you are able to skate now. Without them, you would not be here—heck, if it were not for Jozite, you would still be in a comma...
Even though it was hard for Kinasha to believe that, a mere two months ago, she had been on crutches and had been told that she would never skate again. However, she had glared back at her doctor and rested on her crutches, her violet eyes throwing daggers at him as she leaned in, her voice steely.
Listen, she said, I don’t care what you think I can or can’t do, I will skate again, she said. I’m going to the Games, and I will skate. You can’t stop me, and I don’t much care what you say about it otherwise. It was never my intent to go down like I did, and it certainly isn’t my intent to go out of my sport because of an injury that should have, in all reasonable cases, ended my life. If I’m still alive, I’m going to skate.
And now... here she was.
Jozite... Parthannûn... hear me now, she said, drawing in a breath as she lowered herself to her knees on the mountaintop, her eyes closed. I have been told that I owe my life to you... this pendant is owed back to one of you... and, as unbelievable as I sound saying this, the fact that I was in a coma and spared the pain also needs to be thanked...
Without her helmet and her skates, Kinasha felt like she was nearly naked. After all, all she had on was her coat, skating uniform, a pair of boots, her gloves—which had silver-tipped fingers—and the pendant around her neck, the same bloody thing that had called her here from her comfortable position back on the sidelines of the rink. She, however, had to ask herself as she waited for the first of the voices to respond to her, whichever one it was...
Am I really comfortable doing this?
That had been the one question on her mind since her first practice after her accident, and it was still on her mind as she had taken to the 500-meter sprint again, something she had vowed not to do because of its unpredictability and danger. She knew she was not the first short track skater to go down in that race, but she would be the first that came back to the same race that nearly took her life mere months before.
...please... I need your help...
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