They both stood, weapons at the ready after hearing that terrible voice. Cedric barely had time to turn his head to Aerrow before the fatal serpent green curse hit him. Soon Master Cyclonis stood triumphant and reborn.
Aerrow woke with a horrible start, short of breath and sweating. All around him was not that haunting graveyard but merely his dark, peaceful and normal room aboard the Condor. Forcing himself calm over the recurring flashback he picked up one of his blades from his bedside cabinet and lit the tip with the lumos spell in order to see his wristwatch. It was late, everyone else would be asleep he though and made his mind up. It would be another sleepless night.
Walking through the silent Condor, which was quietly circling an uninhabited Terra, Aerrow had to use his blades to light the way down the darkened corridors. He soon made his way out onto the launch runway. This was were he had been coming on many nights since the tournament months ago. Kept up by what happened in the graveyard Aerrow used these nights to go over why Cyclonis had stayed secret about her return and what she could be planning now. His arm tensed with the now ever present burning from his scar where blood had been forcibly taken in the sickening resurrection.
He hadn't been there long when a voice called out his name from behind made him turn around. It was Ace emerging from the dimly lit hanger.
"Can't sleep again?" He asked.
"Just needed some air" Aerrow replied. Ace nodded, in a way that said he didn't buy it.
"Flashback?" He questioned with a look of worry he'd been wearing for a while. Aerrow shrugged.
"It's fine, how'd you know I was here?" He asked, trying to change the subject. Ace shrugged.
"You're not the only one who comes out here to think" He replied, staring out and the calm, clear autumn night.
"I don't understand why she hasn't..." Aerrow began.
"Announced her return, tried to take over" Ace finished. "She won't do that, not until she can succeed in something big but, its starting to look like the first time she rose to power" He finished. Aerrow shivered a little, half at the fact the Cyclonis could somehow keep returning, stronger with every attempt but mostly at the chill he hadn't noticed come in.
"It's getting cold" He said, shivering again despite the heavy hooded jumper he was wearing over his t shirt and trousers. Ace nodded.
"Weren't suppose to be this cold" He added with a shiver of his own.
It was the flickering of the lights at the very end of the runway that first made Aerrow suspect something was up. Just as he was about to dismiss it as merely faulty when the next set of lights flickered as well. Ace by this point had noticed. "I though Junko had just changed those?" He questioned.
"He did" Aerrow replied, getting more tense as the next set of lights also flickered. What they didn't immediately see was the reason why the lights were flickering and eventually turning off was down to a coating of ice forming over the glass. It was only when the air around their mouths was visible from the cold and not only the lights, but the metal of the runway itself begin to cover in ice did Ace seem to become fearful.
"Have you got your blades?" He asked in a whisper, as if he feared someone would hear him. Aerrow, who was staring at the ice as it covered more and more of the metal, nodded as he pulled them out.
"What's going on?" He asked. Before Ace could reply he got his answer as two dark figures, ragged and hooded that seemed to be gliding through the air emerged into view.
"Dementors" Ace answered.