I dont own the Stoerm AHwks. i don own Sylin


Present day Cyclonia…

Cyclonis sat on her throne with a mirror in one slim hand, admiring herself. Her thoughts turned to the storm hawks. Her fists clenched. How she loathed them. Here she was, empress of the largest empire in the world with no one to talk to, and they get all the friends they wanted. It made her blood boil. She clenched her fist do tightly the mirror broke. She cursed as the glass cut through her hand. Blood ran down her arm and dripped onto the floor.

Her anger was tantamount. She tore the shards out of her hand and threw them against the floor, watching them shatter into a million pieces. Grabbing a healer crystal from her pocket, she healed the cuts on her hand. A knock sounded at the door.

"What?" said Cylconis. This had better be good news or she'd have to blow something up. Ravess and Snipe entered, accompanied by several talons

"What do you want?" asked Cyclonis

"Master, we bring grave news. The atmosians have taken back another terra." Replied snipe

"Shit!" screamed Cyclonis. She kicked her throne over. "Why is it I never get any good news. Why aren't we regaining terras? What are you even doing here?"

"Master, we try everything, but the Storm Hawks keep on interfering" said Ravess.

"Oh, it's always the Storm Hawks isn't it. Why don't you just shoot the basterds?" screamed Cyclonis at the now terrified Talons commanders.

" We try everything your highness but" Snipe said. Cyclonis lost her nerve. She Hit Snipe in the solar plexus, knocking him off his feet and sending him twenty meters down the hall. Ravess just stared. She had never seen the Master so angry before. Electricity played around Cyclonis's palm and she turned back towards her upturned throne. A guard laughed

"What are you laughing at?" Cyclonis screeched, and proceeded to blast him with energy, knocking him out a window and to his death.

"That's it. I'm going down to the catacombs" announced Cyclonis. She was fed up with everything up here. Down in the catacombs she could finally relax.

"But master, there not safe" Said Ravess

"Do I look like I give a damn about safety" muttered Cyclonis as she left the Throne room and headed to the elevator. Snipe raised an eyebrow at Ravess. She mouthed back "Puberty" Snipe roled his eyes. This would be a long 4 years.

The lift descended down 30 floors before it reached the catacombs entrance. Cyclonis exited the lift and proceeded down the dark corridors and tunnels that made up the Ancient Catacombs of Cyclonia. She walked for an hour, thinking of nothing. Suddenly, she tripped over a stone and hit her head on a wall. After screaming out several curses, she calmed down enough to shoot the stone with a bolt of energy, then the wall. However, instead of just crumbling to form an indent, like walls normally do, this one just dissolved, showing Cyclonis an empty hallway. Intrigued, she set of down it.

Half an hour later she entered a Giant room. It was circular, with what remained of a dais in the middle. Surrounding her were column after column of coffins, all ornately carved. She approached the dais. In its center there was a hole. Thinking back, she recalled the story her father had told her…

"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."

This must be that throne room, she thought. She turned around, to find herself looking at a very old skeleton. Not just a myth, she thought. She turned to the hole. Well, her goes she thought, and flung herself into the abyss.

Ten minutes later, after floating gently down and landing, she looked around. She was in a cavern, hewn out of the bear rock. In front of her was a throne, similar to the one she sat on herself, except this one was more ornate. Crystals sparkled in its headrest and shone light all around the cavern. She approached it, and sat on it

"Release me"

A voice echoed through the camber, causing Cyclonis to jump.

"Release me" the voice, said again. Cyclonis got of the throne and looked around for the source of this noise. When she turned back to the throne, she saw a shadowy figure sat upon it, seemingly made of dust

"Release me"

"Why?" Cyclonis asked it could talk, so it seemed logical to ask why. After all, it was a stranger.

" Because I've been stuck in this throne for 700 years, that's why" Hmm, tetchy, thought Cyclonis. "Who are you?" she asked

" I am Lord Sylin"

" I thought so. So how do I release you" asked Cyclonis. This would be a useful ally in the war with the Sky Knights. All her talons had no clue how to fight. This prince would though. he could help her rule the world.

"One drop of blood upon this throne will release me"

" You know, that's very vulgar. Surly I could do it anther way?"

" It is impossible"

"Really" Cyclonis leveled her staff at the throne, and instantly disabled the Crystal network that held Sylin in place. Sylin materialized in the throne. His Black robes were covered in dust, one hand was covered with a black glove and he was doubled over coughing. He looked up. Cyclones withdrew. For looking up at her was boy the same age as her

"You haven't aged"

"Well spotted. That's what happens if you Hide away in an inanimate object. Basic Eternititem theory by Kathy Wralrebeck, page 41 to"

"67. I've read it too"

"Have you. That nice. Now, I'm afraid I might just faint" saying this, he fainted.

Crap, thought Cyclonis. Now I'm lumbered with a unconscious Prince who's throne I've inherited. Great. She clicked her mike on

"Ace, get the hell down here with a stretcher. I need some help transporting something" she clicked the mike off. With any luck, the Prince wouldn't die.