K, this is my first contribution to the Sky Dancer world. This is not romance, but I do have a Jade/Slam fic coming up. ::people groan:: Oh shut up! But this is from the episode where the young reporter annoys them all. Forget what it's called but oh well. It's just a short little P.O.V thingy. I don't' spell anything right, so forgive me. This is from the P.O.V of the little waspy thingys, if you know what I'm talking about.

d/c: I don't own anything in here that the show has.

Saviours

The line moves on. Skyclone is shrieking in happiness, at the hurt he's causing. I don't get it. How can anyone indulge in such horrors?

"No, please no!" The horrible screams of my people ring out to my ears, causing me to flinch. Another is taken up to the villains. His screams still echo in my ears, his tears. I yearn to reach out and take him away. Yet, I am completely helpless.

SLASH!

He is broken. He lies on the ground, shivering. They have taken away his right of flight. I am soon going to come up. Another 5 ahead of my, lord only knows how many are behind. I don't look behind. I'm too scared to realised how many of us are going to die mentally today.

A child is next. He looks to be about 6 or 7. A child. My mind becomes dull as I hear his mother plead to take her instead. They're both crying.

SPLASH!

My heart snaps in half as I see the young thing on the ground, crying, shivering. Flightless. Where are our defenders now? When we need them? The Wingdom has been talking for long about how wonderful they are, so were are they now? Are we too weak to be taken care of?

The mother scoops up the young child in her arms, and cradles him. He's still crying. The tears run down her cheeks silently. All has been lost. They cannot fly. Their worlds have been strew. I wish so badly that I could go up there and fight back. But as my mind goes further and further away from the chaos around me, my will weakens. For I am not really there anymore. I have no emotions. I am a shell, my mind floating somewhere unknown. Skyclone doesn't matter any more, nor his hurricanes. Because all is lost in the endless abyss.

Where are these defenders? Where are they?

"Next!" Skyclone calls. I step numbly up to him.

SPLASH!

The pain, it hurts. But not as much as my knowledge.

I try to move my wings. Stuck. Broken. Dead. Yet, for some reason I don't care. For I am a shell. Broken mind, broken wings.

Suddenly it rains. Rain?

I look up. As each drop hits me, I feel... better. My mind comes into focus. I feel again. The gloop on my wings wash away. I test them out. I rise above the sky. I can fly again.

Suddenly, I see them. Sky Dancers. I know it's them. Don't ask. I just knew these were our saviours.

And yet, as I look down,. I realise something. Only the last few to be gooped had their flight. The mother and the child did not. They were still crying.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. I hate them. Why couldn't they have come sooner? Poor child.

Suddenly the rain seems to feel like a thousand pounds. It set me free. It did not for the rest. I went further and further away, and as I did that I slowly sank to the ground.

Flightless.

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There's some angst for you. Sorry, I had to do that. Just needed to get it out of my system. Don't worry, I'm doing a nice fluffy romance next. If you want to see a particular couple, leave it in the review or email me at daisukegoggleboy@aol.com

Thanks!

Lilac

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