Disclaimer: I do not own the Storm Hawks.
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Stork was at his favorite spot in the world, the wheel of the Condor. Below him stretched the endless sea of sky, cloud-tops broken every couple hundred of miles by the tip of a terra. Above him stretched the expanse of stars, twinkling in the deep purple night. He always felt best when he was here—not safe, but more sheltered from danger than usual. So why was the rash on the back of his neck itching?
He turned around, but there was no one there. He laughed nervously. Was he loosing it?
"It's a nice view. I can see why you spend so much of your time here."
Master Cyclonis's voice, as in the Master Cyclonis, his worst fear, came from directly behind him. He backed away slowly as she pointed her crystal staff at his chest, at his heart.
"Any last requests?" she wondered, sauntering forward. In a way, Master Cyclonis's personality was very similar to that of a feline. She liked to play with her food.
Embarrassment and paranoia were fighting a desperate internal battle. Finally, to her surprise, he did have a last wish. "Could you…I mean, would it be too hard…Can I have your autograph?" he meekly stuttered.
THUMP. His body flew across the room, sliding down the wall to collapse in a heap. She walked over to his fallen form, dropping a slip of paper with Lark Cyclonis written in perfect cursive.
"Next time, say please, and I might not even throw you so hard," she informed his unmoving body.
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That was one of my favorites—poor Stork, at least he gets his autograph in the end. Anyway, it doesn't matter what I think, it's what you think that I want to know. SO REVIEW ALREADY!!!!!