"I-I'm s-s-so sorry." The little warm tears ran down Sheba's face as she tried despritly to fit the splintered wood back together. Glancing to the wailing Ivan and back to the plane, she had an Idea. Snatching the busted toy up, she ran over to the sobbing boy. "L-look Ivan, it isn't all that bad. We just had a plane crash but we're alive. You see, our pretty plane crashed in the middle of this wilderness. Around us is an ancient village full of natives. If we meet with the head of the natives, maybe he'll help us fix our pretty plane and we can fly again."

Ivan picked up his plane and leaned towards Sheba, she hugged him. "Thank gosh we survived that crash together, I would be lonely without you." She smiled and help him up. "Come on, we have to take our plane to the king!"

Ivan nodded. "I think he lives this way." He pointed.

"But we have to advoid those nasty natives, they're the ones who shot our plane down in the first place. Once we tell their king they know they'll get a time out, so they'll try to stop us." Sheba took precaution to peek around the corner before they entered the hallway. Ivan nodded, knowing the other servants really would try to stop them from telling Hammet.

And so they snuck down the halls of the 'ancient village,' being as careful as possible not to get caught.

"There, there it is! The king's throne room!" Ivan pointed excitedly and started running for the door.

"Ivan, no!" Sheba stepped quick to try to warn him but it was too late, one of the nastier 'natives' grabbed him.

"Yaa! Sheba, help!" Ivan tried to get away.

"Get off of him you jerk!" Sheba punched at his knees before another one scooped her up as well. The two bullies took the kids up and locked them in Ivan's room.

"Listen up, Ron, I'm gonna take the plane out of town and burn it, you stay here and guard the door until I get back."

"What if they tell Hammet?"

"There won't be any evidence."

"Sheba..." Ivan cried, "They're gonna burn my plane." He broke out in sobs, "They're gonna burn my plane!"

"We have to get out of here and save it, or else we'll never EVER fly again, and they won't get in trouble!"

"But HOW, Sheba? HOW? This is the second floor, it's not like we can jump out of the window!"

"Oh yes we can." Sheba gave him a dareing look.

"Sheba, what are you thinking..." Ivan looked scared.

"Grab a sheet, we're gonna jump!" Sheba said, running to the bed and the indow above it. "I've seen people do it in picture books, we can do it too, see? I'll even go first!" And she jumped. Normally she wouldn't have lived, but even young adepts have psynergetic powers that aid them if they're in immense danger, these two are lucky to be wind adepts.

"Sheba, I can't do that!"

"Close your eyes and pretend you're just walking through a hallway. I'll catch you, even!"

Ivan did so, but couldn't help but scream on the way down. Sheba caught him and set him upright. "Come on, let's go!" They threw the sheets over some short bushes and ran.

Hearing the screams, Lady Layana rushed down the halls. Ron, spotting her, fled.

"Hey, you, stop!" She shouted. But decided there were more important things at hand. Rushing into the room she quickly searched about. "Ivan? Sheba?" Then, in dread, she noticed the open window and missing sheets. "Ivan!" Sticking her head out, she paniced at the sight of the sheets draped over two small crumpled heaps- motionless. She hurried herself out to the courtyard. Ron was on his way to warn his buddy that Layana had spotted him.

"Sheba, hurry up!" Ivan was running faster than his little legs willed to carry him, causeing him many near falls.

"I'm trying, Ivan, I'm sorry! Hurry ahead as fast as you can, though, I'll catch up!"

"Awright!" He made it far enough to find the bigger bully, named Dan. "Give it back!" Ivan tackled him and beat as visiously as he could.

"Whoa, little guy! Settle down of I might drop this match, whoops!" Down fell the flameing stick onto the poor beaten little plane that now had the other wing and tail broken off and was dented all along the body. At last one of Ivan's punches landed in a 'soft' spot and Dan keeled back. Ivan quickly hurried to put out the flames, sobbing at the destruction of his once beautiful plane.

"Hey, You! Get away from there!" Ron ran up, carrying Sheba tight so she couldn't squirm.

"Go away! Just Go away!" Ivan clutched his plane tight to himself. "Why don't you all just DIE!" He shouted. In his anger once more his psynergy levels had risen to his aid and great bolts of lighting struck the two others dead. Sheba and Ivan, thinking they only got knocked out rushed back home.

Meanwhile Layana made it into the courtyard, Ripping the sheets off of the bushes, thinking the bushes were the two children. Giving a sigh of relief she started searching around the mansion for the two. Once she reached the front door, She saw them, Sheba and Ivan, the little boy in tears, clutching his broken and slightly burnt plane tightly.

"Oh, Ivan, what happened." Layana took the little servant into her arms.

"W-we were p-playing a-and my plane broke. S-so we w-were t-taking it t-to master h-hammet to get i-it fixed. b-but Ron a-and D-dan took it a-and broke it m-more and t-tried to burn it."

"Where are they now?"

"This weird lighting hit them just out of town." Sheba pointed.

"Oh my..." Layana gasped. "Come on, I'll take you to Hammet. Karl! Tyrus!" She called two more servants to her. "I want you to go to the south west edge of town and look for Ron and Dan, I think they might be hurt."

"Right."

So Hammet was able to loosely glue the plane back together, but it would no longer fly. But instead of throwing it out, Ivan put it on the table next to his bed. The next day him and Sheba were sitting up in his room playing.

"I'm sorry I broke your plane. Why don't you throw it out, though. You can't play with it and it isn't pretty any more."

"What do you mean?" Ivan Looked at the plane with a big smile. "I think it's prettier than it's ever been, and it's way more fun than any toy, and you helped make it that way! Thank you." He hugged her tight.

But, unfortunately, Some of the servants overheard Hammet and Layana talking about the mysterious lightning bolt that had killed Dan and Ron. They treated Ivan worse than ever. But thankfully, he didn't care all that much now.