Good morrow dear readers. I'm not just saying that to be spastic. I am genuinely happy to be back and have a good idea for a story.

Anyway most of you are attentive enough to notice that I discontinued Ask A Character. Why did I do it? I think that with the reviews I was getting I couldn't have made a good chapter. I already wrote I'll Never Forget You and The Final Battle. So I'm due one good story.

So sorry but no more Ask A Character. Enjoy the chapter.

I don't know if you have ever got bad news from someone but when you look back on the memories seconds before it happened they are tainted with...everything to come. When I was playing with Flynn in the back garden I was so happy.

I was waiting for my dear husband to come home. Lightning Strike, one of the most respected Sky Knights to hit the skies, leader of the bravest team of Sky Knights ever the Storm Hawks. And my spouse. And Flynn's dad.

When I saw Gilligan swoop down from the sky I know it is going to sound corny but everything appeared to turn grey. The flowers dulled, the music of the birds in the trees suddenly muffled and Flynn seemed so far away. All I could see was the Gilligan's face like a tombstone.

I knew they had gone off on a dangerous mission. I knew that it was dangerous. I just assumed that he would come back. He always did. He was always so careful.

I could feel the lump in my throat growing just before Gilligan's wheels hit the ground. Flynn wandered over to the flowers in the garden. He was too young to understand. He had only just learned how to walk. Lightning had never seen him walk.

The thought hit me like a stone wall, cold and unmoving.

He was never coming home.

Flynn would never know his father.

And if he failed...

Gilligan strode over. He stood over me. He looked at my face and nodded. I burst into tears.

Flynn wandered over green eyes open and curious.

"Mum," he said, pointing one of his pudgy fingers at me. I looked at him. How do you explain this to a three year old?

"Hey little man," said Gilligan, stooping over Flynn. "Why don't you go inside?" Flynn cocked his head confused. Gilligan pointed over his head towards his sky ride. That got Flynn's attention. He had loved the idea of flying since he could reach out and touch one. He clumsily walked over to it, falling over and then picking himself up.

Gilligan looked down at me. I had one question.

"Was it worth it?" Gilligan looked at me with the strangest look on his face like I had just said something hilarious.

"Oh yes it was definitely worth it. Here I brought you back something," he said reaching over on to his back and pulled out Lightning's sword and shield. I could feel the heat from the blade.

It felt wrong. The energy crystals that Lightning used didn't make any heat; he always said it was a waste. I reached for it but Gilligan pulled back pushing the shield towards me. I was determined and I made a wild grab for the sword.

Two things happened.

Gilligan shoved the shield into my stomach so hard that I flew back into a tree.

I saw the red crystal at the base of my husband's sword. Which meant the Flynn was fatherless for no reason at all.

Gilligan spat on the shield and then threw it at me. Then he walked back to his sky ride.

"Why?" I asked, too winded to ask anything more detailed.

Gilligan looked back at me and shrugged.

"Because times are changing and that means time to change sides. Now I feel it my gentlemanly obligation to ask you to come back with me before the Talons come to your secret hidey hole and blow it to smithereens."

I glared at him. "I'd rather eat dirt."

He rolled his eyes. "Sure." Then he picked up Flynn. "Hey buddy how are you doing?" My blood turned to ice water.

"Give him back."

He ignored me. "We're going for a ride today." Flynn gurgled and clapped his hands. "Mummy is staying here so wave goodbye." Flynn smiled at me with the two teeth that he had managed to grow. Then he waved goodbye.

I tried to get up, ignoring my previous wounds and running towards the pair of them. I would not give up. He was my son.

"Gilligan put him down," I hissed but I was too late. He had already got on his skimmer and driven off. Flynn was still waving goodbye. "FLYNN! Bring him back, Gilligan."

He looked back at me with his brown eyes and that was the first and last time I noticed the evil in his eyes.

"I'm the Dark Ace. Consider Gilligan gone."

Hope you liked the first chapter? BTW does anyone know if three is the right age for Flynn to be walking?

Review please. I missed you guys.