"Stork, take us through," Aerrow ordered, intent on investigating the mysteries of the far side; that for hundreds of years, no one has been able to uncover yet, until now. Stork happily obliged, saluting his leader.
Just before Stork piloted the Condor through the rippling vortex to the farside, Aerrow couldn't help but think if this was going to be the last time he'd step foot in the Atmos, his home. He took a quick glance back at the vigorous storms that once struck over the Cyclonian Terra. It may as well be, who knows what is to come of the farside. There's only one way to find out, Aerrow thought. He turned back to face unknown terrors that laid ahead, determined on defeating Master Cyclonis and her immoral plans of taking over the Atmos.
Stork readied the Condor, pulling certain levers to steer her forward to the farside. Not in a millions years could he have imagined pulling a stunt like this. He felt the steel walls of the Condor rumble under his feet against the pulsating energy of the vortex. It started growing more violent the deeper they travelled.
"Yep, couldn't get any worse than this. I just hope I have enough bat fever repellent to last me a few weeks," Stork told himself. After what seemed hours, the Condor finally emerged on the opposite end.
Finn gasped at the sight. A faint green glow covered the skies as far as the eye could see. Tall mountain formations could be seen in the distance, with not a single terra in sight. Each and every member of the Storm Hawks stared in admiration of what laid out in front of them.
"Dude!" Finn blurted, unable to get a grip on proper nouns.
"This is gonna be fun," replied Aerrow.
Ok, its gonna start off a bit slow, but its my first novel on storm hawks. i've written stories before, but never actually published it on fan fiction. Hope you like it, and if i get one or two reviews i might continue it. critisism is more than welcome, i want to improve my story any way i can.