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Wayward Son chapter 6I'm running.Wayward Son chapter 6 by RainyMeadows
So fast. Feels like I could fly. But I can't. I don't want to. I want to keep running. Keep moving. I have to keep moving. Don't know why. I just have to.
I hear someone, somewhere. Calling my name. Screaming it out again and again. I look, but I don't see her.
It's a woman. Older than me. I can tell just by her voice. But I've never heard it before.
I must have. Somewhere. She sounds familiar. Calling for me. She's frightened. I have to find her. I have to help her somehow!
"Where are you going?"
Another voice. Never heard this one before. Eerie. Echoing. Resonating inside my head. Sounds like more than one person talking, even though I know it couldn't be.
"The one you seek is beyond your help," the stranger says, "or so it would seem to the unknowledgeable."
An eye opens up before me. Big. Sharp. Steely. Piercing.
Wayward Son chapter 5It was getting cold.Wayward Son chapter 5 by RainyMeadows
The sun hung low in the endless sky, an immense orb of golden yellow painting the sky brilliant orange and tinting the clouds bright pink. There was a light breeze blowing around in short bursts of varying strength. Really it was a beautiful evening.
This was something even Edward had to admit. The view was breath-taking.
But that didn't stop him from shivering slightly as the wind blew through his bangs and washed around his face.
You just didn't get stuff like this in Amestris. Given the choice, Edward considered, he could happily stay in a place like this for the rest of his life.
He looked down at his right hand. The mere sight of it, even with the glove on, was like a red hot poker being thrust down his throat. Not only did it hurt, but it made him feel sick somewhere further down than his stomach.
He had to hold onto it. Hell, he just plain had to hold on. He knew he would find a way home eventually. He had to. There were too many people relyin
Wayward Son chapter 4The engines flared with immense power, lifting the Condor clear of the ground, and Edward stumbled and caught the railing just before he fell.Wayward Son chapter 4 by RainyMeadows
"Watch your step," Stork said flatly without even looking.
"Thank you," Edward said with just as much enthusiasm.
He watched as the rest of the team flew out on their individual rides, screwing his eyebrows in confusion when he saw that they apparently called armour.
'How the hell is that supposed to protect anything?!' he wondered.
"So, um…" he said slowly, deciding to let that point slide as he would probably be considered weird for bringing it up, "…exactly how often do you guys do this sort of thing?"
"You mean plunging headfirst at terminal velocity into certain doom?" asked Stork. "Definitely more often than I would prefer, usually about once a week. Two weeks if we're lucky; most of the time we're… not. To say the least. I try not to question why it's almost always on Saturday mornings."
Storm Hawks Fan 3rd Season - Episode 59 - Part 4Storm Hawks Fan 3rd Season - Episode 59 - Part 4 by 123leyang321
Episode 59 - The Switcheroo
Part 4 - Of Ninjas and Spinning Tops
Piper's voice screamed as it came out of Aerrow's body, causing the others to blink and the boy to wince uncomfortably in her body.
"What... What happened?!" - she frantically studied her now Caucasian and male body.
"You two crossed the bridge completely and exchanged bodies." - Xhun explained like that was obvious.
"But we thought you were telling us to walk across!" - Aerrow said.
"No. I did say you'd be able to pretty much walk across, but I never said you should do that." - the elder told them.
"Well, we couldn't hear a thing with that thick barrier around us." - he defended.
"I guess I'm a little at fault as well." - the old man admitted.
"That doesn't matter right now. How can we reverse this?" - the navigator asked.
"We'll need some time to figure this out." - Xhun put a hand on his chin in thought - "But there's one problem: you cannot remain like that for too long, or you'll be stuck with your exchanged b
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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