A/N: I'd just like to dedicate this chapter to the wonderful WishfulTrance, who is being very supportive of this fic, and is also giving yours truly a shout-out in their awesome fic Fates Evolve: Dreams Conspire. I just want return the favour, and thank you for your kind support. Go Trance!
No, seriously, go read Trance's fics. They're amazing. (After you've read this, of course ;P)
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"I was hesitant at first. I mean, I didn't even know who this man was. But, he didn't really give me a choice. He'd already established himself as a Sky Knight. What was I supposed to do? Run away? I was tired of running.
"There was nothing I could do besides tag along. He explained that he was the Sky Knight of the Storm Hawks, Lightning Strike." I could see he was interested, although he tried not to show it. He mustn't have known much about his parents. "On the way, he talked to me about all the things they did as a Sky Knight squadron. I told him how I'd always wanted to fly a skimmer, and he smiled at that, saying I would definitely get to as a Storm Hawk.
"He took me back to the Condor and introduced me to the rest of the team. Ardea, the pilot. Ethan, the muscle. Rhea, the crystal mage. Her brother, Finch, was the sharpshooter. Your father was the Sky Knight – obviously – and I was assigned as his co-pilot.
"Ethan was also the ship's mechanic – as many squadron strongmen are – and he quickly outfitted Lightning Strike's skimmer with a small side cart, but considering how small I was myself at the time, it was the perfect size. Ardea pulled together a squad uniform for me. Rhea and Finch gave me my own room and decorated it.
"I couldn't believe my luck, at first. But then, as I settled into the role of co-pilot, it all seemed like it was meant to be. Of course, I wasn't riding co-pilot straight away – they had an old, spare skimmer that they could use to train me. They only had to get me in the seat for me to realise that this was what I was meant for. Without them even having to explain what I needed to do, I took off for the edge of the terra. Your father was horrified. He thought I was going to die." A smile curved my lips at the memory. "He ran after the skimmer – damn near caught up to it, too. I went off the edge and he just panicked. Probably had half a mind to jump after me. They were all amazed when I deployed the wings and casually did a couple of flips before landing again. After that, they found it hard to believe that I hadn't seen a skimmer before or read about them, only heard of them.
"Your father was extremely angry with me afterwards. I wasn't allowed to ride the skimmer for a week and no extra privileges for a month. But my position as co-pilot was secure, and that was all I cared about.
"Next time I flew, it was with Lightning Strike as his co-pilot. He taught me how to take over when he would fight on the wing – like with you and your rodent."
"Radarr." He growled. "He's not a rodent."
I shrugged at him. "My story, my rules."
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A/N: Hey peoples. Yes, I'm going to annoy you again. I put up a new poll recently, whether you think I should post the sequel of this first or something else. So please vote, I want to know what you want. Mkay?
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