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Wayward Son chapter 3Edward ran. He didn't care where he was going so long as it was away from that spiky-haired stickman, whatever his deal was.Wayward Son chapter 3 by RainyMeadows
'Don't be followed'. Was that really such a hard instruction to follow? And then he'd made up some stupid crap about them already being there as if that was any differentfrom them being followed, but if anything, it was so much worse! What was he expecting, trouble?
Alright, trouble was basically what had happened, but that was beside the point!
He mentally slapped himself. Nobody here was trustworthy; he should have realised this by now and was an idiot for denying it even for a second. He had to find his ownway out, his own way back home or else he would be stuck here for-
No. Don't think like that. If he thought like that'd he'd just fall into a rut.
He didn't want to go there again. He couldn't take it.
He stopped to examine his surroundings.
Still in the back alleys. Right. He had to stay away from where
Chapter 3-1Chapter 3-1 by bowgallery
And so the months passed. Aerrow now known as Sparrow is now living his life on Cyclonia being trained by Dark Ace. Since he lost his memories he only knows what he has been told. They took him in when he was found abandoned in the wastelands when he was very young. He was, and now is becoming a skilled Talon, but before the memory loss he was kidnapped by Sky Knights and forced in a mind control experiment. They were able to save him, but not his memories.
Now in the present day two and a half months passed since then. Sparrow finds himself standing at a attention, guarding on one of cyclonious balconies watching cargo ship slowly flying in and out of the cargo bay. It was only him and one other cyclonian guarding that spot and the boredom was starting to get to him. "Welp, I'm done." Sparrow says this as he slumps and take a step back to sit on the floor placing his staff on the rail of the balcony. The Talon next to him gave out a heavy sigh.
Sweet Illusions - Chapter 16Chapter XVISweet Illusions - Chapter 16 by 123leyang321
Promise of a Sunrise
As the Condor flew by the starry night, Aerrow and Piper stayed on the roof. Both laid there after the talk they just had. The girl was breathing very calmly, as if she were sleeping, or so Aerrow thought. In fact, she was resting, but she hadn't begun to sleep for real, not yet. There was one certain memory playing in her mind.
Aerrow pointed Piper's staff at Cyclonis after having disarmed her of the main crystal form her staff.
"Now… About my biggest annoyance." - he quoted her words she had previously spoken when she was the one about to finish him off a minute ago.
She panted for a brief moment, feeling almost desperate since the tables had turned completely and she could easily be killed at that moment. That is, if Aerrow weren't such a righteous guy…
"I already have what I really came for." - she showed him the nil crystal she had fetched from his now broken casket, causing him to stare a little confused at it - "Maybe ne
Chapter 2-26In Cyclonis's throne room Dark Ace returns to Cyclonis's side as Spine stands in the middle of the room as if waiting for judgment for his new life on Cyclonia "Master Cyclonis, it is a shame that it has taken me this long to return. I'm sorry about your Grandmothers passing she was a glorious leader, but now seeing you here taking the title as Master I am greatly honored and dare I say proud." Spine says this as if he was some kind of proud father to her. He lives his finger to his face to wipe away a single tear that was not actually there. Not being impressed with his words she turns to face Ace and asks him.Chapter 2-26 by bowgallery
"I see his loyalty is still there, but what about the crystal, does it work?"
"Yes, it does. He has proof that it does." He says obviously making it look like he did not want to admit it.
"It does work, but I would not say that it's at it's full potential. But I believe with the equipment here w
Different Kind of VictoryThe Condor is the awesomest airship ever built, hands down. Period.by OKami-hu
Being its helmsman, navigator and maintainer is a privilege. It's a duty, a responsibility that demands a whole man and a capable one at that.
Stork considers becoming that man one of his greatest personal victories ever.
But the story doesn't end there. The Condor is a wonderful ship, but it's the last of its kind; parts aren't made for her anymore. That means, other, suitable parts need to be tracked down and more often than not, modified. So while Aerrow and his Knights fight their battles on the sky, defeating Cyclonians, Stork stalks the markets and workshops, twitching from worry and sometimes, sheer terror when it's the seedier parts of the terra towns. He deals hard, the perfectionist he is, and then he runs back to his own workshop to do the nicer part of the job.
And at the end of the day, when the team returns, the Condor continues her way, swiftly soaring on the sky, without a hitch; an
The Dark Ace's Victoryby Sunagirl
The citizens of Terra Atmosia gazed skyward to the crash of metal on metal. Almost a daily sight now, they watched the battle with fearful eyes. Storm Hawks versus Cyclonia, the only squadron in the Atmos free from Cyclonis's control. The young heroes valiantly fought a losing battle against the Cyclonian army. Outnumbered and outgunned, they refused to surrender.
The Dark Ace rammed his skimmer into Aerrow's, eliciting another ear-shattering crunch as the Storm Hawk's ride caved beneath the pressure. The fearless sky night ignored his failing ride and somersaulted toward his rival. He knew the Dark Ace was winning.
Lightning cracked across the blood-red sky of Cyclonia, followed by a brief darkness.
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