Chapter One, Indispensable Hope: Preserve Faith
"One will die..."
The young red-haired man listened attentively for any noise: his big eyes brightly alert. Calloused hands gently pushed the tiny figure in front of him against the wall as he edged closer in an attempt to conceal the couple from enemy eyes.
"They'll see us," The figure breathed: but the tall male was determined. He raised a finger to his lips before peering into the darkness, seemingly desperate to find something within it. The figure, a girl with hair that had been drunk in by their dark surroundings, squeezed his wrist suddenly
Aerrow looked down at her, a questioning glance on his pale face. Piper only pointed a trembling finger down the hallway, her lips pressed tightly together.
He understood. Her hand fell from his wrist as they slid along the wall: Aerrow against Piper, Piper against the slimy, cold surface. Their movements were quick, light and efficient: they fell easily into a rhythm as they slid gracefully along until finally, a tiny, dull light could be seen.
They ran towards it.
"We got it," Aerrow confirmed as they lifted it up for their comrades to see. "Let's go."
Finn eyed this item. It was a tiny, circular object: the rusty gold colour had turned dull, if one laid eyes on it they wouldn't feel any inclination to take such an ugly, simple thing. They'd leave it alone.
"I know Aerrow's dad protected this and all. But seriously. What is it?"
Piper looked at Finn before glancing at Aerrow.
"We don't know."
"You let them take it."
"M-master…"
"You let them take it."
"Please… P-please… An accident… We can retriev-
The words died from his lips as the woman stood sharply, her black eyes narrowing: they were filled with an anger he'd never witnessed. Yet the cold smile on her shaking lips lifted.
"You know," She said slowly, lifting her baton, "I'm getting tired of accidents."
A loud, guttaral scream filled the room as the man was blasted into the air and thrown, finally, onto the cold, hard ground.
He was rolled over by a small nudge of her foot. His eyes were blank: dead. But there was a terrified ghost that seemed to linger in the air... she could not look anymore. She dropped the baton on the floor and smirked.
"So be it."
Master Cyclonis turned to the man next to her.
"I want it ended, now."
The man sunk into a bow before following her out of the room.
The man was left lying in his pool of blood: alone.
"I can't believe we got it," Aerrow murmured, twirling the object gently with his hand. Piper sat down next to him slowly. "But we don't even know what it is. I'm his son. I should know why this meant a lot to him."
"We'll find out. I'll figure it out," She assured him, eyeing it. "I promise." He lifted his head and turned to her, a small smile forming on his lips.
"You always figure it out in the end, P."
"Not always."
He shrugged, putting it down on his pillow. "Just because the answer isn't always what you want doesn't mean you haven't reached the end and figured it out."
Her warm amber eyes seemed to melt into his as she nodded slowly, knowing he was right. Aerrow gave her another smile before scratching the back of his neck, biting his lip.
"You should go and sleep," He told her firmly, moving to stand up. "I'll take first patrol."
Piper accepted his hand when he offered his and stood up, noticing how quickly he let go of it. She backed away slowly, hesitating.
"Goodnight, Aerrow."
He tried not to notice how her soft hair was down for once: the gentle waves tumbling down her back as her lingering eyes seemed unusually bright in the moonlight. Aerrow forced himself to look sideways and out of his small window: trying to seem more interested in the fact that there was a starry night sky then that the girl he loved more than anything was in his bedroom, that they were forced to act as strangers to their deep attraction to each other, that he badly wanted to do more than just say a meaningless goodnight and that Piper… Piper looked beautiful.
"Goodnight Piper."
She didn't hear the loud thump of his fist hitting the wall as she closed the door.
"One will die."
"Who? Who will die? Tell me. Tell me who dies!"
"One. One will die."
"Who? Who I say?"
He leaned out of the shadows and peered up into the stranger's face, ignorant of the weapon they had in their hand.
"You must wait to find out."
A/N: As you must wait to find out!
This is indeed the sequel to "Fates Conspire: Dreams Evolve." So I'm hoping i get my old readers and hopefully some new ones on board. It's pretty much involving the WHOLE of the Storm Hawks with Master Cyclonis this time, and yes, I will be surprising you and keeping you on your toes!
Reviews are always greatly appreciated.
