I dont own the Storm Hawks. I do Own Sylin and Hathron and Haylin


"700 years ago, before Cyclonia was born…

The throne room was empty. No living soul stood in the chamber. All around it were the tombs of the long dead emperors of Syclon. Twelve hundred emperors and empresses had ruled this vast empire for over 10000 years, each adding their own styles to the great cites spread throughout the land.

Yet this perfect empire was now crumbling. The last emperor, Lord Hayin Sy, had been murdered by his eldest son. Civil war had erupted between the loyalists, who supported the dead Emperor and his younger son Lord Sylin Sy, and the Rebellion, led by the elder brother, Lord Hathron Sy. Thousands perished, millions became homeless and this perfect world was ruined. The fighting came to a head in the great palace of Sy, a massive construct built out of the side of a mountain. In this palace was the throne room.

A group of men entered the Room. In their midst was the Lord Hathron, standing tall in his ornate armor. At the age of 22, he was a shining example of peak physical perfection. He had come to claim his prize; the throne of Syclon. He climbed the steps of the dais, and sat down upon the throne. Applause broke out amongst his followers. Cheers of victory and celebration were heard. Hathron silenced them with a wave of his hand.

"What of my young brother? Where is he?" Inquired Hathron. His victory would not be complete without his 14-year-old brother's death.

"We don't not know, emperor. He has disappeared into thin air" repiled a Guard

"Damn. Keep looking" was Hathrons response

"At once my lord" Replied the Guard

The guards exited, leaving Hathron alone on his throne. He pondered what to do now. He had the throne, order would soon be restored, and his line, the Atmosian line, would become the new ruler's of Syclon. A noise sounded behind him. He turned, in time to see a blade headed for him. He rolled out of the way, drawing his blue energy blade. Out of the shadows stepped Sylin.

"Nice dodge brother. Not very good form though" commented Sylin

"Your aim still crap I see" replied Hathron

"Yeah. But I never was any-good at physical fighting was I?"

"No you went. You weedy little brat" Hathron was enjoying this. Keep his brother talking and he might be able to kill him here.

" But I always excelled in other areas. Especially…Crystal control!" screeched Sylin, sending a stream of black lighting at his brother from his hand. Hathron was blasted against the wall. His arm broke, his spine snapped, and he began to bleed internally.

"Sneaky basted." groaned Hathron " but never mind. You foolishly didn't check the energy readings did you? If you had, you would have realized that I've linked myself up tom the shield generator that contains the Auronite stone. With my death, this world will be split asunder. Goodbye, brother" with that, Hathron collapsed. At ounce the building began shaking, stones falling lose. Outside, the very earth began to shake, ripping apart like paper.

Sylin looked around towards the throne. He weighed his options. One was to stay here and die, the other was to imprison himself in the throne for eternity until someone let him out. He quickly chose the second one. With that, he unleashed a bolt of pure black energy into the throne and began the complex crystal web construction. The walls began to collapse around him, dust filled the air. The crystal network finally activated. Sylin approached the throne, preparing himself for eternal imprisonment.

The floor gave way, and he and the throne were falling, down and down, further and further. He touched the throne lightly, his fingers just bruising against it, and vanished, just as the throne hit the ground"

"Is that it?" inquired a young Cyclonis.

"Yes, that's it. That all we know happened to the previous line of rulers, before we, the house of Cy, we given the crown of Sylon, now Cyclonia as you very well know" said her father. 2now, you need to go to sleep. I'm taking you to Atmosia tomorrow to get you some new crystals. You've nearly run out" "I know dad, it not my fault the keep breaking" Replied Cyclonis, pouting " I know it isn't. Now off you got to bed"

Cyclonis left, leaving her father alone in the dark throne room on Cyclonia…


This is the first of many chapter to come on Cylonia and Cyclonis especaly. Please R&R!