Disclaimer; I do not own the Storm Hawks, I am simply taking them for a joy ride. Here's to hoping I can return them without any major injuries or emotional trauma. My apologies to anyone who doesn't share my views, but seriously, get over yourselves! Alright, I'm done. You can read it now.

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It's so dark in here. How long has it been? It doesn't feel like that long; but it didn't last time either. Pain. It's still fuzzy, but I'll be coming up soon, that's what feeling means. Maybe it has been a while; I'm not usually this numb. Not long now. It's quiet down here, but it's the kind of silence that presses on you, screams to be let inside. Or out, I'm not sure which. The dark tries to make you a part of it.

Greison!

Who's Greison? Oh, yeah, I think that's me. I'm floating now, up maybe, it's hard to tell. The dark is turning grey. I can feel something hard underneath me. So I'm not falling. That's good. Landing hurts, even when you can control it, which is almost never.

"Greison!"

Louder, clearer now. The gray turns to red and I'm staring at the back of my eyelids. I open them to the sky. It's blue. It was blue before, so maybe it wasn't so long. You never can tell with skies. Or me. Mostly me. I can be out of it for anywhere from a few minutes to a several days. Two weeks is my personal record, even though that's not a really good thing.

I sit up and look around. Cliff to the right, flat to the left. Just the edge of the terra. I hope whoever pushed me didn't fall off. Someone pushed me? I don't know. Well neither do I! Then what are you asking me for? Calm down. What happened? Try to remember.

Start small; where was I? Ship, carrier I think. Get back the Memory stone. Did I? Stork has it, yes. Stork! Bobby, Stork, Torch, where are you?! Think. Bobby on skimmer, Torch on wings; get out when we find it. Someone has to say if we die. Meet you back at base. Stork has crystal. Alarms all around us. We're almost gone. Outside, on boards. Someone grabs Stork. Holds him over the edge. No! Don't let go! Don't Fall! Don't- I smell fear, not mine. Angry, so angry. Sword flash. And I'm gone.

That must be when I went under. I didn't smell death. Stork must be fine. I'll have to find him so he doesn't still worry. He does that a lot. I don't want to be an outstanding cause. I do a limb check. Tail? Check. Spines? Check. Legs? Check and double check. Wings? Wait, I don't have wings; that's Torch. Arms? Check and- hmm… interesting. I seem to be severely lacking in the right arm department. I glance around, there being no guarantee that it's anywhere in the vicinity. Nope, no sign of it. I don't mind not having two arms. If I can make do with none on a regular basis, one shouldn't be a problem.

"Greison!"

"Grei!"

I've been walking towards the mountain where our base is for a while before I hear them again. 'Base' is just what I call the tunnels we live in. Stork says they remind him of his home terra, and they just seem right to me. They were made by these giant snakes that used to live here. Eventually they were all hunted down or relocated to Terra Ryana. I hope the survived. They gave us a home. All of us. More than we can say for our own kinds.

"Greison!"

"I though I heard her…"

"Hey look, there she is!"

"Bobby! Torch!"

Bobby scoops me up into a bear hug without realizing that I'm missing something. I would warn him but I'm laughing too hard, and there is really nothing you can do when you're having the air squeezed out of you by a giant blue raptor.

"Told you we'd find her!" grins Torch, zipping around like a human dragonfly. (Which I guess he is, although not technically human)

"Chill you overgrown mosquito!" I yell, still laughing. Torch and I always yell when we talk to each other. "Where's Stork?"

"I made him stay back," says Bobby, setting me down. "He told us what happened and I suggested he stay and figure out if it's possible to build you a replacement arm." So that's why he isn't freaking out on me. "He has the crystal; we decided to find you before we gave it back to the council."

That makes sense. Of course Bobby's the only one of us who has any common sense. Stork has sense, but there's nothing common about it, and he's kind of paranoid sometimes. Torch and I don't have any sense at all.

"He really just didn't want Stork to see your crushed and mangled remains if you didn't survive the fall!" Torch can always see the downside of any and everything, but unlike Stork, he always seems really happy about it. "that would have really freaked him out!!" I rest my case.

"I fell?"

"Wow, you must have been really out of it."

"I always am!"

As we walk back to base the boys tell me what they were up to before Stork "so rudely interrupted with the news of your most probable demise". (Torch, can you tell?) Bobby had figured out how to keep baking soda and vinegar from exploding when you mixed them, and Torch had somehow managed to shatter his ultra-super-heavy-duty blast proof bomb testing station. I'm glad they're convinced to use their insane brilliance for good, because Stork and I would have one heck of a time trying to fend them off.

And here he comes now.

"Grei!"

"Hiya Stork!"

He gives me a quick hug and I wonder for a second if it's really him. I'm bleeding all over the place. He's holding a metal arm in his hands and it jerks slightly when it touches me. It must run on Edrenalyn; like our hover boards and my skimmer does.

"Come on Grei," Stork says, grabbing my left hand, "we have to get your shoulder clean before some germ infects it and you die a slow and excruciatingly painful death! I already thought you died once two days ago!" Panicky yet theatrical.

Laughing, I let him pull me inside.

Yep, definitely Stork.

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