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Epilogue
"Once upon a time, many many years ago, there lived a young girl. This little girl wasn’t like other little girls. This little girl was special. You see, this little girl ran with wolves, and she had grown up knowing that someday, she would have to save the lives of everyone she knew. The wolves, however, didn’t believe her. Why would they? She was small, week, HUMAN. They were big, strong wolves. So the little girl practiced in secret, learning from the Hunters and slowly crafting her weapons of choice: a blood red cloak to match her blood red hair, spelled to resist any and all attacks and keep the wearer comfortable, with pockets to hold everything; a sword that attached to her forearms and hid itself from view in the form of leather bracers; a specially carved crossbow with wolfsbane and mountain ash arrows; daggers infused with wolfsbane oil.
Then, the Hunters want her to hunt. They want her to hunt down her Wolves and get rid of them. She lets them know that she will NEVER hurt them. A war starts, a huge battle between the Wolves and the Hunters, with the red cloak dancing in and out of the fight, soaked in blood. As she struck the last blow to the Hunter’s leader, he managed to stab her one last time. As she lay dying in the arms of her youngest- and only human- daughter, she pressed into her hands the tools of her trade and whispered her story. With her last breathe, she spoke out once more.
“When the last Red Rider dons the cloak, the island will resurface, the last war will rage, and the Acovito will rule again.” With her final words, she pushed her family onto the last boat away, and used the last of her energy to slowly sink the island below the waves."
“When I grow up, I wanna be a Red Rider!!” Kye squealed as she jumped up and took a fighting pose on her bed, wobbly, but good. Annalynda smiled at her young daughter. She grabbed her up and peppered her face with kisses.
“You will be the best Red Rider ever! But you have to get lots of rest and work really hard in school and in training.” Kye giggled and climbed under the covers.
“Love you Momma!” She squeezed a hold of her stuffed wolf and cuddled down. Annalynda kissed her forehead and left the room, flicking the lights off as she went.
“Love you too Kyely Ann Acovito.”
Chapter 1
Kye spun around, her short hair fanning out as she kicked out at her brother. She caught his snout with her foot, sending him flying across the room. She dropped to the floor just in time to dodge her other brothers tackle, sending him flying over her. At the last minute she grabbed his leg and redirected his movements, sending him flying into their sister as she charged towards them.
Kye stepped back to look at the pile her three older siblings were in, laughing as they tried to untangle themselves. Winking at her oldest brother, William, who was the only one who could see her from where they were, she turned around and went towards the firing range. Picking up her custom built dual wielding red Smith&Wesson SD40’s, she popped the clips in and took aim down the range, popping the rounds off without really looking at the targets too closely. By the time she had torn a hole in the center of the target with her accuracy, her siblings had gotten to their feet and where gathered around her.
“Midge, you are scary.” That was her two minute older twin sister, Ryely Lynn, snacking on an apple she had grabbed from the fruit bowl by the door.
“Very scary.” William, the oldest of them all.
“I might have nightmares.” And Richard, the middle child. Kye smiled as she unloaded her guns, setting them on the table and winking at her siblings before trotting upstairs to her room.
The Acovito family was rich, and the house showed it. It looked almost like a museum. Kye’s room, however, was the exact opposite. Red walls, curtains, doors, carpet, and ceiling, with dark brown wood for the furniture, and red sheets on the bed; all of the furniture were antiques, and had been passed down thru the family for years. Kye shrugged off her workout clothes and walked into her bathroom.
Everything in there was red, even the appliances. It was almost like walking into a room painted in blood. Kye jumped in the shower and washed the sweat from the morning workout off of her, then climbed out and wrapped herself in a huge, fluffy red blanket. She dried off and dropped the towel on the ground, looking at herself in the mirror. Her shoulder length hair was deep red, her skin pale white, her eyes a deep purple. Her skin was flawless, and she curved in all the right places. Muscles rippled under her skin. The only difference between her and her siblings were her eyes. Her siblings all had bright blue eyes.
Kye walked out of her bathroom and into her huge closet, hitting the play button on her ipod dock on her way by. As she looked through her clothes, Droge & Summers’ Two of the Lucky Ones started playing through the air. She reached up and grabbed a red bra and pair of boy shorts, slipping them on as she grabbed a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a blood red tank top, and a black button down shirt she had stolen from Richard. She slipped those on, then grabbed her black lace up, high-heeled boots and pulled them on. Once she finished with her clothes, she slipped her bracer onto her right arm and tucked her miniature crossbow into her bag, tucking her daggers into the tops of her boots.
She walked back to her bathroom and ran a brush through her hair. She pulled up some of the left side into a high ponytail, letting the rest fall to frame her face. She put some mascara on her eye lashes and a bit of lip gloss on her lips and pronounced herself ready. She grabbed her shoulder bag on her way out of her room and trotted down the stairs. She was the first to reach the living room, so she sat down and pulled out her book.
Ryely walked down next. She was dressed similarly to Kye, but in blue instead of red, and her hair was on the opposite side. Next came William, dressed in a superman t-shirt and jeans. Finally, Richard came down, wearing jeans and a white button down shirt.
"Ya'll ready?" Kye drawled out, looking over her siblings. As the youngest, she made it her mission in life to make sure her siblings wardrobe's didn't embaress her too much.
"Ready as ever. Let's go, Midge." Rye nudged at her twin with her foot. Kye put up her book and stood up, following the others out of the house and climbing into the drivers seat of her Jeep Apache, tossing her bag in the back with her brothers. She cranked it up and floored it, heading to school.