I don't own skyland, wish I did but I don't

I don't own skyland, wish I did but I don't

XOXOX

Mila banged her head on the dashboard, multiple times, cursing herself. She had just given up her entire life. She'd gone and thrown away 18 years of planning, so some pirate wouldn't face the authorities. Strangely, she didn't feel guilty.

The boy next to her was wearing a black shirt with a short sleeved red shirt over it. She recognized a patch with the pirate symbol on his right shoulder. His pants were some sort of natural-looking blue fabric and had a faint LEI on the pocket. He was wearing some beat up white boots with criss-crossed strings running up the front. His mahogany hair hung down to his cheekbones, putting bars over his closed eyes. His ghostly pale skin radiated the waning light that shone through the windows.

Mila released a puff of air from her mouth, blowing her hair out of her eyes. She began absent-mindedly pressing buttons on the dash, looking for some sort of history or map. Some sort of pirate virus had killed the memory. The boy exhaled loudly and squirmed in his chair. Mila decided to attempt to wake him.

"Um…you're not dead?" She sighed angrily at this attempt. What was she supposed to say? This guy was probably going to attempt to kill her as soon as he woke up. She looked out the windshield at the orange tinted clouds. And if she did wake him he could just kill her after sundown. 'Great plan Mila. You really thought this one through. Why'd you do it again?' She looked down at the boy on the seat beside her. "You're special I can feel it"

Somehow this quiet self admission brought the boy violently to life. He shot up in his seat, one hand flying to his forehead while the other immediately made a grab for the joystick. Mila shoved his hand away while she attempted to push him back to his seat as he was trying to slide into her.

"Get out of my ship you water-sucker!" He pushed her towards the window while pressing a button that opened the twin glass hatches from above. She suddenly found herself with only her legs in the cockpit, staring into nothingness. There would be nothing to catch her, no one to see her fall, and no one to hear her scream.

Mila flailed her legs wildly behind her, trying to make contact with something, anything. There was a dull thumping sound and the attempts to restrain her legs stopped for a mere second. She heaved herself back up into the ship turning around to face the boy.

His nose was bleeding but that didn't seem to faze him. He launched himself back at her but this time she accepted his greater strength and used the waning sunlight to light my hands with the familiar blue glow.

"Stop." Mila didn't need to raise my voice. He was smart enough not to charge her when her powers were activated. Instead he looked at the sun, counting on his fingers as if I wasn't right there.

"You know I'll just wait the 5 minutes until the sun goes down and then kill you" She was shocked at how calmly he discussed my death. She'd never heard such cold calculating murder, except in Oslo's frequent speeches about the destruction of rebels.

It should have scared her out of my mind. It probably would have if it weren't for two things. Number one being that she seems to have no mind to be scared out of, what with her being a prodigy seijin now fleeing from the sphere. The second, and more vital reason, was the soft radiance that she saw in his emerald green eyes.

It was the expression that you see on a young boy's face when he's wrestling his older brother. He still talks tough and intends to win but when it comes right down to it he can't pin his brother because the victory is unbelievable. Although he wants to win he can't bear to face the consequences of uprooting the hierarchy.

She saw this slightly desperate, scared shitless, look in the boy's eyes, poorly veiled by a falsely hard exterior. Like when a marshmallow catches in the flames and comes out with a charcoal coat. It's still the same sweet, gooey confection on the inside; you just need to remove the dark parts.

"You won't kill me." The statement was just that, not a question. The blue halo surrounding her pale fingers noticeably decreased, making the cabin of the small ship seem slightly darker. It also made Mila more aware of the rapidly decreasing light. What little there was left of it was on the far western horizon and glowed a burnt orange color, closer to night than day.

"How do you know?" He moved to the left, reaching into the back seat. The blue glow decreased a little more, but this time it was not because of will or inexplicable trust. The sun was simply almost gone.

"I don't" The cabin was dark, only a very faint green glow from the dashboard was visible. It cast strange shadows across the boys face, morphing him to look like a mysterious creature.

Mila closed her eyes, leaning back against the window; she sat like that for a good minute, waiting for the blow. Just because she thought the boy wasn't going to kill her didn't mean she was fickle enough to believe that she would escape unharmed. Somehow the idea of being hit was easier to tolerate if she didn't have to watch.

"Get in the back" She jumped at the command breaking the silence. The boy gestured impatiently with his strange shadowed hand. She could feel his gaze as she slid somewhat smoothly through the seats and onto the bench-like cushion behind them.

He scooted into the driver's seat and took the controls with authority. Mila stayed quiet, leaning against the wall with her legs spread out across the seats. Now that the initial death threat was over, the fear of facing not the boy, but his leaders, made her nervous. She might be able to convince one sole pirate boy, appeal to his inner humanitarian, but would she be able to win over a seasoned pirate.

Who knows? He could be working for Marcus Ferrell. Mila had heard many stories about the seven foot tall pirate warrior who killed seijins with his bare hands. He had no seijin powers but it was said that he could shoot lasers out of his eyes, even in the middle of the night.

Mila had overcome the first of the waves, but chances were a tsunami was coming and she was being dragged out to sea.

XOXOX

AN: I've been editing my original manuscript for weeks. Fixing errors, trying to make the plot somewhat interesting. But then yesterday I just threw it down and was like "This thing sucks!" But I still love the idea and the feedback that I got was really positive and stuff…So I decided to continue it.

But then that's where the complications of parents come into play. I just sit down all poised to type at my lovely little computer in my own little secluded cupboard under the stairs when my mom proclaims that she misses me and I'm on my computer too much.

So I have to go and play chess with her…until 12:30. And then here I am the next day writing some of the weirdest stuff I've ever written. Like that marshmallow thing? Yeah I don't even know where that came from…but I'm trying to let the plot take over with this so be ready for some weird similes.

I really hope I get as many reviews for this chapter as the last one. They make me happy so Please hit the little purple button! PLEASE!