cathy le roux | district one | fin [cbd1]

There is destined to be a runt in such a colossal pride. A mouse with the heart of a lion. A burden for such a little creature. Cathy’s crown does not glow gold, instead rust already taints its surface and it just does not quite fit. Except a will powers Cathy to follow the prints of the other lions. A march of pride despite the aches and complaints that torment her every fibre. If she was not their own blood, her carcass would have been devoured by them long ago.

She shadows her mother; physical moulding is a strenuous task for a girl whose muscles surrender after a few moments of activity. But one muscle remains stronger than any bicep or calf muscle in the career centre. A gifted brain, a weapon she wields with pride whenever she steps through the academy doors. A battle of wits in easily won by the girl whose lungs fight for air every day.

Inherited beauty masks the deformities and irregulates. The Le Roux name is her shield, a fortunate name to be born with for a girl like Cathy. Lions stalk her every step, danger swept away by every golden rebel and brute. It does not stop her from deterring far from her family’s legacy. Power exists differently within in her. A beast waits dormant to unleash its force.