People always assume talons are men, for some reason. So when I went to the Talon recruitment desk on Terra Bluster, they were surprised.
"You want to become a Talon?" one of them asked sceptically (a man, obviously). Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fly, does it? And then there are the blonde jokes, which I find really offensive (I have shoulder length honey blonde hair, with Frost Crystal coloured eyes).
One of the jokes I particularly hate is:
1st person- My blonde sister's been flying a skimmer for 10 years!
2nd person-Wow! Are they any good?
1st person-No! It wasn't until yesterday they found out not to pedal it!
I mean, it doesn't even make sense! Anyway, sorry I was miles away.
So I became a Talon at 18. The commanders are really patronising and y fellow Cyclonians aren't much better, such as saying that I'll attack the storm hawks with a hair dryer. To I volunteered for library duty, just to get away from it all. I love reading too, so I felt at home in the Cyclonian library. Not that I'm a geek, I just like learning new things.
But as with everything, there are good and bad days in Cyclonia. So yesterday when Master Cyclonis beat me senseless was definitely a bad one. My head still hurts from then.
Today I was training, that's when it began. I'd just knocked out two Talons and the commander was (begrudgingly) praising me for good fighting skills, the Dark Ace-as in The Dark Ace-walked into the hall. Every training hall is the same on Cyclonia; big and poorly lit with dim red Light Crystals. One of them fizzed out at The Dark Ace passed. The Talon next to me sniggered, and said to his friends,
"The Dark Ace is such a traitor that even the lamps hate him. Unfortunately for him, Dark Ace heard. I only had time to blink when a burst of red light sent the Talon flying across into a wall. He got up dazed, when a light that was dislodged from the impact fell on him. He crumpled to the floor.
"Looks like they didn't like him either!" fumed Dark Ace with barely concealed anger. No-one spoke. I gulped.
"Master Cyclonis wishes to speak to you all!" We looked at each other. Master Cyclonis, speak to us? Whatever for?
One of the recruits had the courage to ask.
"Please Mr Dark Ace sir, whatever for sir?"
"Exactly what I said..." was the reply.
Personally, I had no wish to speak to the queen of Cyclonia any time soon.
We marched through narrow halls until we got to the speech area, where the Master makes really, really, really (x infinity) long, boring speeches (although I wouldn't tell her that!). The Master was on a stage and the end of the parade ground. She waited until we were all in our formation before saying,
"Are there any girls among you? If so, step forward!" I and the two others in our squadron stepped forward.
"Come here!"
We began walking towards her when a guy that had been giving me a lot of grief the last few days started saying (loudly) "See? They're getting thrown to the wastelands because girls are so useless at everything!" At this, I snapped. I did a spinning kick, which sent him flying. Cyclonis saw. Uh-oh.
"You! Over here!"
The guy (who had gotten up) and his mates started chanting.
"Wastelands! Wastelands!" I had reached Master Cyclonis.
"Aren't you the one form the library?" she asked, evidently the effect she was\as having on me (I looked like a quivering wreck).
"Err...yes, your majesty."
"My my, quite a temper, haven't we?"
Here it comes...she'll kill me this time...
"Tell me, why did you attack him?"
"Err...because he said that girls were useless at everything." Her expression hardened. I was doomed.
To be continued...
Immediately...
"Bring him forward"
The guy stopped sniggering instantly, and very nervously stepped forward until he too, was kneeling at Cyclonis's feet.
"I hear you said that girls are useless! Does this include me?" There was an under-deniable undertone to her words.
"Err-err-no, your majesty..."
"An attack on my ruling skills, perhaps?"
"Err-of course not, Master... I will never mention such a thing again!"
Master Cyclonis looked down at the petrified Talon before her. She gave an evil smile, as though he had fallen for a trick.
"Let's make sure of that. Guards! Take this fool of a talon and dump him in the wastelands!" Although there were no guards before, they appeared out of no-where, and grabbed the now screaming Talon away to his death. With a sickening pleasantness that was just as scary (if not more so) as her anger, she said,
"Come along girls! And as for the rest of you, get back to your training before you too join that Talon!"
She led us through more corridors, until we were at Ravness's bit of the palace. Mina (one of the other girls in my squadron) had the courage to speak.
"Your-your majesty, what do you want with us?"
Master Cyclonis regarded her with interest, then said,
"Because me and Ravness believe in is best if we dispel the rumour that all Talons are men. So I decided to group and entirely female squadron for the next mission. Mina continued her questions.
"May I be so bold as to ask what the mission is?"
Master Cyclonis sighed.
"Full of questions, aren't we? Ravness will brief you. Now there's the room (she pointed at a door way at the end of the corridor), now off you go before I throw you to the wastelands!"
We didn't didn't need to be told twice. The three of us ran as fast as we could to the sound of her majesties laughter ringing in our ears.
-please review! Or else I will blow up Atmos.
Aerrow: you can't do that!
Me: oh yes I can, I'm the author, so there! Wuh ha ha ha ha!
Aerrow: gulp!
