100 Days

Dark Ace awoke, no more than three hours rest beneath him, surrounded by complete darkness. He rolled over in his cot, lifting his head to gaze into the cell across the way.

Aerrow had moved against the wall, hugging his legs tightly to his chest. The traitor could hear the boy quietly singing a song from Atmosia. Ace shook his head and turned over to face the wall. Not a moment later, he found himself sleepless and returned to his spot on the floor by the bars.

He listened closely to the boy, mouthing the lyrics as he remembered them. Ace whistled along until Aerrow ceased, readjusting his grip on his legs.

"How lucky am I?" Ace questioned seriously. "I get to spend the rest of my days locked in a cell directly across from the leader of the Storm Hawk Kiddies…"

"If you want to call it luck," Aerrow refused. "Leave me alone."

"Now, now, Storm Boy…" He rose to his feet, pacing within his cell. Dark Ace was not happy about being locked up by any means; but he could torment Aerrow,and that seemed worth it to him. "How does it feel to be a criminal, Aerrow? You've destroyed everything you've worked so hard to create, you've burned bridges with your little friend, Piper, and you've become an ally of Cyclonia in the eyes of the Council…"

Aerrow shot up to his feet, charging the iron bars. "I don't deserve this! I did nothing wrong!"

"That may be, Aerrow," he returned with a laugh, "but you're far from innocent…"

Day Two