100 Days
A quiet song poured out against the cement walls, echoing around the room. The boy was alone, locked away by the guards. Here in solitary, he found refuge and time to think not only about his life now, but what he'd done to get there.
The room was entirely dark, warding off potential distractions. However, he found himself thinking of Piper, and wishing he'd handled the situation better. Had he not made himself a target, or done things without thoughts of the Council, would he be home on the Condor with her in his arms? Sure, in the end, he betrayed his entire team, but if he'd done a better job at hiding it at all, they would eventually see it his way.
C'mon, Aerrow. Now you're beginning to sound like the Dark Ace. Aerrow closed his eyes and lay on the cold cement floor. He wished he'd refused ace, and had more confidence in his ability to fight for the one he loved. Maybe the thought of losing scared him more than the thought of becoming a Talon? Aerrow denied that immediately; he was a Sky Knight and knew better than to simply accept such a horrible fate out of fear.
He knew better than to let death scare him off of his responsibilities.
But then, Aerrow realized the gravity of just what he'd done. Ace held no more threat to him that day than on any other day. Piper was safe on the ship, not captive within his grasp. For once, Aerrow had to consider the possibility that he'd fallen prey to the ways of Cyclonia, and wanted more from them than the life of Piper…
Day 6