Skies and Scars
Mortal Instruments / Storm Hawks
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the MI or SH characters. Anne Cusack is mine though - all mine! Well, she's a friend of mine from school who is so amazing that I just had to include her.
Note: Heya guys! It's Redgmystr here, and I just wanted to give a big shout out from the Down Under. 3 The story is... slow. I've got so many assignments and schoolwork at the moment, plus with all my SRC, cadets, netball and CIT work - it's getting tight. I love CIT at the moment. WE MADE CONCRETE! It was awesome. But this is very short, very confusing. MI will come in soon. PROMISE! I'm talking, next chapter or chapter after that. May the glitter be with you. R xx
Foreword:
Atmos; the land of thousands of scattered mountains known as terras, each gaurded by their own Sky Knight against wild beast, rouges, super natural forces but worst of all, the Cyclonians. Master Cyclonis has opened the door to the Far Side of Atmos and has found a supernatural force much greater then her Storm Machine. The Storm Hawks led by Aerrow are ready to fight but they'll need a little help from someone a little closer to home then they may think.
A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect
Every action in this world will bear a consequence
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Face Down.
"Where..." Anne mumbled, her eyes focusing on the distant approaching objects. "Oh no."
"Cyclonians," Aerrow said dryly, his green eyes flaring up in the setting sun.
2. Blue Blanket
The sun began to dip lower under the horizon, darkness spilling through the sky. The two children began running; stumbling down the grassy slope towards the small cottage below them. The unmistakable hum of engines grew louder and louder, the Talon squadron coming directly at them. The leader was no other then Dark Ace - the Traitor.
"Run Aerrow! Run Anne!" shouted Graham, also running towards the house. "Darla, they're coming. Call the Red Eagles!" Aerrow's eyes darted up to his uncle; they both knew the radio was broken. Anne pulled on his hand, changing their course from the cottage to the small shed that Aerrow kept his half-built skimmer.
"What are we doing here? We have to run!" he growled, trying to push her away from the metal sliding door.
"Let. Me. Go!" she screamed, taking her hand back and opening the shed door all the way. Dust poured into the clean air, making her choke.
"Where would we run to Aerrow? Where?" she spluttered, her voice almost whiny. "We're on a stupid Terra, far, far away from any help and no radio. We can't run."
"Then why are we..." he whined back, stopping as the dust settled. The skimmer he had spent so long on rebuilding and constructing sat upright for the first time he had ever seen it. It had been built, as if overnight, without him noticing.
"Did you really think you could have built a skimmer from scratch in just two months? With no supplies?" she smirked, tears smarting in her eyes from the dust.
"But... You?"
"Yes, me you dimwit. Who else?"
"You don't want me to leave though?" he asked. "You said, not just two minutes ago you didn't want to me to go."
"Well, guess what? You'll have to leave now whether I want you to or not," she sniffed, grabbing a hidden bag from behind a box. "In here, are clothes, crystals, food, water and a couple of tools. I even put food for Radarr. Now, let's go." Kicking up the stand, she began pushing the skimmer out in to the open. Radarr hopped into a small side car and placed his goggles on tightly. Turning the key, it's engine roared to life.
"What about Aunty and Uncle?" Aerrow breathed, glancing from the Talons to the cottage.
"They know," she said, pushing him onto the seat.
"How?"
"I told them."
"..."
"Long story," she cursed, watching the Dark Ace land on the other side of the Terra and switching to his wheels. "Go!"
Aerrow looked behind him; the bag she had put there took up too much room - she wouldn't fit. "What about you?"
"I said go!" she screamed, pulling the accelerator back with a sharp twist. He was flung back, hitting the bag with immense force. Regaining control, Radarr switched to flight as they dipped over the side of the Terra. After the turbulence stopped slightly, he looked behind him. The little ten-year-old girl was on her knees, a small radio in her hand.
"Good luck Aerrow," said the intercom system. "Come back for me. Promise, once you've become a Sky Knight, you'll come back for me?" The signal faded out as the Dark Ace skidded to a halt beside her. Shutting his eyes closed he grabbed the transmitter.
"I promise you Cusey, I'll be back," he whispered. The line went dead.
Five Years Later... Aerrow has become leader of the Storm Hawks, seventeen years old, and the key to the door of the Far Side of Atmos is in Master Cyclonis's hands.
On the Condor.
The blue blanket was soft in his fingers. Every year, on this day, he would sit here. Ever since... Her name hurt him, like knife to his heart.
"I'm coming back. I promised," he whispered, watching the sun dip once again over the Atmos.
On Terra Gardina
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Cusey, Happy Birthday to... me."