Chapter 8

Crystal quickly grew into a large black dog that excelled at running around and barking at Cyclonis, who quickly learned to be scared.

"She's growing up," the master sniffled as she watched the dog chase the Dark Ace.

Ravess rolled her eyes once again.

"There are still two more letters, Master. Should I open them?"

The Master blew her nose loudly and nodded, turning to the remaining two envelopes, one which bore a Storm Hawks emblem. Her eyes widened.

"You sent a letter to the Storm Hawks?"

Ravess nodded, busy opening the other letter.

It was Cyclonis' turn to roll her eyes. The Storm Hawks?

"Eggplants are good," Ravess read. "It must be from Atmos Elementary."

"Then go get an eggplant!" the master snapped. "Big, shiny, and purple is good, right?"

The sharpshooter swallowed. And left.

OOO

Dark Ace was just about to throw the Frisbee when Ravess approached him, detouring around Crystal carrying something big, shiny and purple that resembled an overweight guinea pig.

Ravess grinned cheesily, handing him the large, purple thing.

"Eggplant," she said simply before skipping off to her skimmer.

His squinted at the eggplant, wondering if it would explode if he threw it...

OOO

"Now, the Storm Hawks," Ravess announced, ripping open the envelope witha flamboyant gesture.

Cyclonis snatched it from her hand.

In a neat print that had to be Piper's, it said:

Throwing things, especially at people, is good for you.

Ravess sighed, "Ridiculous."

Cyclonis shrugged. "It does make me feel better."

"What?"

"Throwing things."

Ravess gulped again. And took a step...backwards.