Disclaimer: I don't own skyland, but if I did, it would still be on American television.
AN: Yeah I'm just kind of entranced with the whole Mila Marcus thing. I mean what a scandal for a kid's cartoon. They're enemies who meet and have a son within the same year.
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Chapter 1 (2234AD)
"Mila and Oslo, report to the bridge, water robbery"
The black haired girl strode down the hall. Her blonde companion proudly marched out of his classroom, tuning to make a face at his teacher before sauntering cockily beside the girl. Her electric blue eyes lit up as she opened the heavy metal doors revealing 2 new S-22s. The two were known as guardians and passed easily by the rows of brigadiers that were guarding the hanger.
"Sweet! First mission and new ships" The boy had a funny accent, Norwegian or something.
"Oslo, stop saying that! It's from like 200 years ago, it's not coming back!" She put her hand on a device by the door of the ship. A green light scanned her handprint and the door opened. She was greeted by a familiar voice over the radio as she sat down at the controls.
"Mila, so…um after we complete our first mission maybe we could go celebrate our permanent graduation of the guardian school."
"Oh and I thought you loved the guardian school? Something along the lines of 'constantly pledging your allegiance to the sphere'?"
"That's just a line to pick up chicks. I don't care about anywhere that you're not." Mila grinned to the console. She knew that she and Oslo were going places.
"Yeah I was kind of wondering where I'm going, actually" Mila blushed as she was being much more forward than she usually was. "Since you seem to care so much, I thought you might have some suggestions?"
"Actually I do, I have a castle on the Vandergaard block. I guess you could come and stay with me."
"You mean live together?"
"All the easier to unify the world…"
"You know that I don't believe in that ancient prophecy"
"You should start because you're going to help fulfill it."
"Well I guess"
"…"
"Oslo?" She panicked and looked towards his ship, immediately seeing that his right engine had been hit. Mila swiveled her head and checked her radar, looking for the attacker. Another blast came, narrowly missing Mila. She identified the shot as coming from behind a water storage center. She maneuvered her ship through the now more frequent attacks. Her ship landed smoothly and Mila jumped out, hitting the ground in full stride. She ran along the side of the storage tanks which shielded her. An explosion was heard and Mila turned to see that her ship was in flames. A blue static engulfed her hands, literally wearing her emotions on her sleeve, as she rounded the corner and assumed a fighting stance.
A scene of massacre met her eyes. At least 20 brigs had been dismembered and were scattered about. A pale boy with dark hair stood at the center of it all. He held an out of date laser bazooka that was comfortable draped over his shoulder. His bangs were a bit too long and cascaded across his eyes and cheeks. She felt his gaze as he faced her, angling his weapon towards the ground. He wobbled a second before suddenly crumbling to the ground. It was then that she noticed the recently stolen Hyperion prototype parked behind him. She walked towards his still body, an anger bubbling inside of her at seeing stolen sphere property at the reach of this insignificant rebel.
She stood over him; a ball of energy began collecting in her hand. A gentle breeze came out of nowhere and blew his unruly hair away from his face. Mila had never experienced love or attraction, she had always just accepted fate and with it Oslo. So the rush of intense tenderness, the urge to protect, and the butterflies that suddenly sprang to life in her stomach were completely foreign to her.
An uneven buzzing pulled her out of her head. Oslo was landing, he would kill this boy. The boy who had mysteriously evoked hidden feelings in Mila. She impulsively bent down and lifted the boy before moving as quickly as she could towards his ship. It somehow sensed her approach and opened automatically, the top folding upwards. She laid the boy on the passenger seat and sat at the console. Easy enough, she hot wired the ignition and lifted the ship off of the ground. During her loop around the block, she saw Oslo tear faced and heartbroken. Mila knew that she would never return to her old life.
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