AN: this is just a little Miguel fic I decided to write. Hope you like it!

"OK! That's it for today. Get out of my sight before I hit you." Dilandau shouted. The dragon slayers filed out of the practice room, pretty much exhausted.

A few of them went straight up to the dorms. Miguel, Gatty and Chesta shared a dorm, so they all went up together.

"Oh my god…" Gatty sighed. "That was hell."

"I think that was the point." Said Chesta. "Eww…. My uniform's all sweaty…"

Gatty and Chesta both laughed. Miguel stayed silent.

"H-hey, Migu, what's up?" Chesta said. The tall dark dragon slayer was by the window, looking at the world below. It seemed like it had been months since they had entered the Vione. It never seemed to land.

"Nothing." Miguel smiled. This was enough to assure Chesta, who bounced off to have a much-needed shower.

Gatty was not so easily swayed. "Migu, 'sup? You look, down."

Miguel laughed. "I'm just tired. It doesn't seem to get you guys down so much. I'm tired… all the time."

Gatty smiled. He patted Miguel on the shoulder and went to join Chesta. He smelt bad too.

Miguel looked out at the stars through the window. It was impossibly beautiful. But nowhere near as pretty as her. He smiled. Tired was a lie. He was exhausted. She exhausted him. But he didn't care. He couldn't stop thinking about her… Aura…

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The stars glinted through the night sky. Miguel looked at him through the window as he lay on that small bed. It was ridiculously uncomfortable, but he didn't care particularly.

Then he heard it. He sat up so fast that he knocked his head on the bed above him that Gatty was asleep in.

He heard the sound of wind rushing through long, shiny brown hair. He ran to the window and once again tried to see her coming. But he never saw her coming. As always, he was knocked over backwards. In the frame of the window , had appeared a girl. She was a little younger than him, with long brown hair, and a big smile.

"Hi Miggy."

"Aura… You did it again." He said, smiling.

"You shouldn't stand by the window then." She laughed. He smiled, and she stretched out an arm to help him up.

What business could an enchantress possibly have with a dragon slayer, you ask? Well, the answer was not yet clear for Miguel either, but as they talked once again, long into the beautiful night, it came a little closer. Just like she did.