Lawylid stares blankly ahead. She, as the rest of us, was completely stumped by the situation. I glanced back at the warrior. He was still deep in thought, however, he hadn't given the rest of us any suggestions.
"Have you thought of a solution?" I asked him.
The warrior held up his hand, "Soon," he muttered.
Soon? How long a time is that?
I pressed my lips together into a thin line, I could feel the aggravation of the situation rising my in cheeks, turning them red with suppressed rage. Suddenly, something in my mouth began to burn. The feeling was so sudden I instantly turned away from the group and spat it out. A burst of flame flew from my mouth and disappeared upon hitting the ground.
Winter and Penryck stopped their bickering and stared at me.
"Since when have you been able to do that ?" asked de Spark.
"I-I . . ." I stammered.
It could be another alteration of Project Phoenix!
"Anyway, it could be helpful when we rescue Ava!" said Buckler encouragingly.
"How in Aethasia is spitting fire going to help us save Ava? We haven't even entered her prison!" snapped Winter.
Suddenly, Lawylid's eyes lit up. "I have an idea!" she declared.
"Splendid, what is it?" I inquired anxiously.
"One of us flies out and circles the building, causing the alarms to go off and everything to fly into chaos. Then, the rest of us slip in, rescue Ava, and get out before being noticed!"
The warrior crossed his arms, "Sounds like a plan," he said.
"Only, who should be the distraction?" asked Winter.
"Let's draw straws!" said the warrior, producing a bundle of straws out of his pocket. We all closed our eyes as he dropped them on the floor and mixed them around.
"Now pick one up and we'll compare the length." he instructed.
All of us stooped down to gather the straws. Then, we compared them, and who do you suppose got the short straw . . ?
"You'd be perfect for it, Phoenix!" Buckler encouraged as I woefully dropped my straw back on the mine shaft floor, "You're wings light on fire, think of how the Autofficers would react to that!"
"What if they shoot me from the wall?" I asked.
"Um . . . we'll pray that you won't die." Penryck replied nervously.
"Look, you don't have to do it if you don't want to," said the warrior, stepping forward.
"Well . . ." I began, then, a sudden thought came to mind.
Ava has never seen me before, who knows how she'll react to my wings!
"No, I'll do it," I said confidently, "When my wings light aflame, I'll be easier for the guards to see. Also, my wings won't tire of flying when I escape because . . . well . . ."
I opened my wings slightly, they knew, I had no need to remind them of my metal wings. Lawylid, however, stared curiously at them. Apparently she hadn't noticed they were made of metal before. That was the nice thing about my wing's firy color, they didn't look metal when there wasn't much light in the area.
"So, is she a good skypirate or something?" Lawylid whispered to the warrior.
I turned away, pretending not to have heard her question. Or the warrior's reply. I walked up to the trap door and grasped the handle of it.
"Are you ready?" I asked them.
"Of course," replied Winter, courage building up in her eyes.
I threw open the trap door and took to the skies. Once I had gained altitude, I soared above the building, my wings flaming. Soon enough, I was spotted. The guards on the rooftop scurried about like ants at their work. All hands were on deck for the flaming intruder.
I ducked and dodged the fog missals and gun shots as I rounded the building. It was almost like a dance.
Should I try spitting fire on them? I thought as I dodged a near-hitting bullet. How did I manage to do it before?
I tried working up some saliva, and sure enough, it was fire in my mouth. I spat it out quickly and watched it fall upon my attackers.
I really ought to practice this when I have the time.
Suddenly, I saw Winter, Buckler, Lawylid, and the warrior emerging from a side door with a girl. Once they had disappeared into the tunnel, I flew away from my attackers.
Away from danger, yes, but where will I go? I can't return to the mine, or I'll expose the others.
As I flew, I heard the roaring of engines behind me. My blood ran cold as I realized my attackers where now airborn via speeders.
The mountain, head for the mountain!
I flew towards the distant mountain as fast as I possibly could, beating my wings harder and harder to escape. However, the speeders pursuing me were just as fast as I, if not faster.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain as something hit my shoulder. A fog bullet. I could feel the fog spreading from the wound, slowly stiffening my body. After a while, I could no longer feel my wings on my back. I could still fly though, and I'd fly until I was free of my pursuers!
However, the fog slowly stiffened my arms and legs. I could feel it spreading to my chest, threatening to end my breathing and stop my heart. I knew it wasn't permanent though, fog bullets are typically used to control and capture the victim. However, I refused to be that victim, not today, not ever!
The moment after I had thought this, the fog took over my eyes. All I could see was green, fog green. I stalled mid-flight and began falling to earth. I tried to open my wings to glide, however, I couldn't tell whether or not I had. I couldn't feel my wings, or see my fall. However, I could still feel the wind blowing past my face at an incredible pace.
Please help me, Lord! I prayed, Please don't let me-
Before I could finish my prayer, my fall was suddenly broken by something. It felt like falling in water, however, I could still breath.
Am I dead? Well that didn't hurt much.
No, I still saw only fog. However, I strange tingling was spreading rapidly throughout my body. Not being able to tell if it were good or ill, I spread my wings and attempted to fly upwards. Amazingly, I could feel them again. I rose out of wherever I was and landed on higher ground. I could feel the grass on this higher ground, it felt so lush and alive. Unlike the half-dead plants in No Man's Landing I've grown accustom to. Also, a sound carried in the air. It was very faint, yet oh so familiar. Suddenly, it hit me.
Aether! I must have landed in the Aetherswell! I'm sure Eerie's cave is around here somewhere.
I attempted to stand, however, I realized I still hadn't regained the use of my left leg. I crawled across the grass until I felt a tree. Using the tree for support, I pulled myself to my feet and limped about, touching my new surroundings. The tree was also strong and healthy, it had unusual leaves though. After limping around the tree, I sank down at the foot of it, wondering how to solve my blindness.
If I had stayed in the Aether a while longer, would I have regained my sight? Could I find the pond again?
Suddenly, the chill feeling of being watched crept over me. I withdrew my knife from my pocket and held it out.
"Who's there?" I demanded, trying not to sound helpless, or afraid.
I stood up with the aide of the tree, still holding my knife at arms length. I could hear footsteps approaching me, however, I still couldn't see the stranger.
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