Deja was giving a speech in class...
Boom! The classroom door slams down and Van comes flying through, looking badly beaten.
" Van you're mine now!" A guymelef walks in, and Dilandau's voice can be heard from it.
"AAGH!" Deja shrieks. Sobbing over the startling scene and steps back.
"Not so fast, Dilandau." Van yelled over the cries and shouts of the disturbed class. "There are innocent people here that could get hurt."
"Do you think I care?" Dilandau snapped. He aimed his sword at Van and charged Van, with lightning speed, whipped out his wings. Deja gave a tiny, delicate squeak of delight at the sight of such glorious, magical, soft, white wings. And on such a hot guy, too. Van hopped up into the air and let his wings carry him. He shot for the door, but on his way, a wing caught Deja who was standing back against the front board. As the wing caught Deja it cut her shoulder. She started falling to the floor. Denish saw her faint and begin to fall, so she rushed forward, catching Deja safely in her arms. Van, who was flying away from the class, in order to distract Dilandau from the innocent children, had stopped. Deja's blood stained his magnificently white wings and Van could no longer fly because it had bent. Dilandau's flame-thrower was aimed at Van. Just as a wave of fire came blasting from it, a beam of light surrounded Van, Deja, Denish, and Dilandau, and they all vanished. The last Denish saw of her class, was that the fire engulfed classroom, and the fire alarm went off.
SPLASH! Deja and Denish landed in a shallow lake. The cold water woke Deja up.
"What... What happened?"
"I don't know..." Denish mumbled, looking around for any familiar sighs.
"It's so cold."
"Yeah... Why is it night already? GASP!" Denish stared up at the sky. "Th- that's Earth! WHERE ARE WE?!
"LOOK! Over there!" Deja pointed to a spot shining flicker could be seen. "Isn't that...?"
"It is!" Denish dumped Deja in a heap in the lake and ran towards the white patch on the land.
"Hey!" Deja struggled to get up, but fell over, still weak from fainting.
"Mister? Mister?" Denish splashed water on the heap of broken wings. " Oh, mister please wake up. Man, you smell good."
"Sir? Excuse me, sir?" Deja was at his side trying to wake him up. Slowly, Van's eyes opened.
"Where's Dilandau? Is your class alright?" Van moved to sit up, but a sharp pain from his wings stopped him
"Careful!" The two girls over him scolded.
"Hey... How did you two get here?" Van looked as if he just realised it.
"We... we don't know." Deja answered.
"Who was that guy attacking you? What was that thing he was in? Why was he attacking you? And..." Denish melted "why does he like fire?"
Deja gave Denish a weird look.
"That was Dilandau. He's part of the Ziabach Empire. He's an enemy. He was in an guymelef. And..." Van gave Denish a Puzzled look. "He's a pyromaniac."
"Are you a pyromaniac?" Denish looked like she would melt into the centre of the planet.
"No, I can't say that I am."
Deja gave a sigh of relief, but Denish looked hurt.
"So where are we, anyway?" Deja asked.
"We're in Giea. Welcome to Freid."
"Hmm... I'm not going to ask how you got to earth..." Denish said.
"Earth? You mean the mystic moon?"
"Mystic moon?!" cried the girls. "What?"
"My wings..." Van said sadly. "They're..."
"Broken? We know. Deja, help me gather wood to build a fire."
Van smiled. "You read my mind. I'm freezing."
"Shhh!" The girls snapped. "You need your rest!"
Van smiled, laughing quietly at the two girls. "Girls..." He
chuckled to him self.
Boom! The classroom door slams down and Van comes flying through, looking badly beaten.
" Van you're mine now!" A guymelef walks in, and Dilandau's voice can be heard from it.
"AAGH!" Deja shrieks. Sobbing over the startling scene and steps back.
"Not so fast, Dilandau." Van yelled over the cries and shouts of the disturbed class. "There are innocent people here that could get hurt."
"Do you think I care?" Dilandau snapped. He aimed his sword at Van and charged Van, with lightning speed, whipped out his wings. Deja gave a tiny, delicate squeak of delight at the sight of such glorious, magical, soft, white wings. And on such a hot guy, too. Van hopped up into the air and let his wings carry him. He shot for the door, but on his way, a wing caught Deja who was standing back against the front board. As the wing caught Deja it cut her shoulder. She started falling to the floor. Denish saw her faint and begin to fall, so she rushed forward, catching Deja safely in her arms. Van, who was flying away from the class, in order to distract Dilandau from the innocent children, had stopped. Deja's blood stained his magnificently white wings and Van could no longer fly because it had bent. Dilandau's flame-thrower was aimed at Van. Just as a wave of fire came blasting from it, a beam of light surrounded Van, Deja, Denish, and Dilandau, and they all vanished. The last Denish saw of her class, was that the fire engulfed classroom, and the fire alarm went off.
SPLASH! Deja and Denish landed in a shallow lake. The cold water woke Deja up.
"What... What happened?"
"I don't know..." Denish mumbled, looking around for any familiar sighs.
"It's so cold."
"Yeah... Why is it night already? GASP!" Denish stared up at the sky. "Th- that's Earth! WHERE ARE WE?!
"LOOK! Over there!" Deja pointed to a spot shining flicker could be seen. "Isn't that...?"
"It is!" Denish dumped Deja in a heap in the lake and ran towards the white patch on the land.
"Hey!" Deja struggled to get up, but fell over, still weak from fainting.
"Mister? Mister?" Denish splashed water on the heap of broken wings. " Oh, mister please wake up. Man, you smell good."
"Sir? Excuse me, sir?" Deja was at his side trying to wake him up. Slowly, Van's eyes opened.
"Where's Dilandau? Is your class alright?" Van moved to sit up, but a sharp pain from his wings stopped him
"Careful!" The two girls over him scolded.
"Hey... How did you two get here?" Van looked as if he just realised it.
"We... we don't know." Deja answered.
"Who was that guy attacking you? What was that thing he was in? Why was he attacking you? And..." Denish melted "why does he like fire?"
Deja gave Denish a weird look.
"That was Dilandau. He's part of the Ziabach Empire. He's an enemy. He was in an guymelef. And..." Van gave Denish a Puzzled look. "He's a pyromaniac."
"Are you a pyromaniac?" Denish looked like she would melt into the centre of the planet.
"No, I can't say that I am."
Deja gave a sigh of relief, but Denish looked hurt.
"So where are we, anyway?" Deja asked.
"We're in Giea. Welcome to Freid."
"Hmm... I'm not going to ask how you got to earth..." Denish said.
"Earth? You mean the mystic moon?"
"Mystic moon?!" cried the girls. "What?"
"My wings..." Van said sadly. "They're..."
"Broken? We know. Deja, help me gather wood to build a fire."
Van smiled. "You read my mind. I'm freezing."
"Shhh!" The girls snapped. "You need your rest!"
Van smiled, laughing quietly at the two girls. "Girls..." He
chuckled to him self.