Okay I am sooooo sorry I haven't updated in ages, for a while I didn't know what to write next, and then I forgot I had a story going...yeah well here it is...

I stumbled several times as I went looking around frantically. This Terra was windy and had an unforgiving chill. I hugged myself as I walked. This was part of the plan. I hoped that once I did manage this part I'd be able to just do my own thing whatever it was. With the threat of death looming over me I had no choice but to do this, but once I was in the middle of the so called enemies, I'd be safe from him...or so I hoped.

"Storm a brewing eh?" Some old guy walked out.

Great. I'm in an unfamilar place in a storm with some pervert old guy. I internally groaned and turned towards him. The man stroked his beard. I realized that he couldn't see me. He was just talking to himself. That in the first place is extremely odd. At this point I really didn't want to see what this guy was up to. I slinked back into the shadows and as soon as he was out of sight I began to run. I've only seen a couple of episodes of Storm Hawks but every one of them made this place (atmos I think) sound perfect majestic. Not the tripping over tree limbs running from a loon in a storm type.

I heard a sound that wasn't the storm. I kept walking in the direction if it and realized that it was the small hum of people talking in some sort of resturant or Tavern. I don't really know how to describe it. I walked up to it and pushed open the door with less than a moment of hesitation. It was crowded and loud. As I walked through most people ignored me and a couple looked up but then returned to their meals again. I kept my hood up as I walked, reluctant for anyone to see my black eye or the small cut at the corner of my mouth in a better light. That would arouse suspicion.

I sat at a small booth in the corner by the bar. I was starving but I didn't have any money. I would most likely have to steal the half eaten remains of someone's meal off another table. That would be a rather nasty and new experience. I groaned rubbing my head.

"Hey are you okay?" Someone slid in the booth in front of me.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" I snapped.

I looked up. The person talking to me seemed slightly taken aback by the outburst. I composed myself quickly and began formulating something to add.

"Got caught out in the storm" I explained like that would explain everything. "Lost my things kinda lost" I said shrugging "This has kind of been a bad day for me"

At that moment I realized who I was talking to. It was Aerrow, the Dark Ace had shown me pictures of all the Storm Hawks and explained around the gaps in my knowledge of Atmos. I frowned to hide my shock and looked away. Hopefully he would just take that as embarrassement or shyness.

"Well I'll say" He said smiling halfheartedly.

I could see him from the corner of my eye. He looked exactly like the cartoon only more real somehow. It didn't make sense how it worked but it did somehow. I frowned again. I seemed to be doing that alot recently. Then again I didn't have much to be happy about recently.

"I'm Aerrow" He said holding his hand out.

"Danii" I said eyeing his hand but not shaking it.

"Well um...do you need something to eat?" He asked uncomfortably.

"Nah I'm good" I said looking out the window.

My stomach grumbled. Aerrow grinned and crossed his arms "Hey Finn get one more special!" He shouted at a blonde guy I instantly identified as Finn. I was definately in the right place.

"Thank you" I half whispered sheepishly.

"So where are you from?" Aerrow asked this question while looking at his fingernails.

"Terra Atmosia" I responded perfectly, not too quickly and not like there was a delayed reaction.

I'm getting better at this. I thought this as we continued our awkward conversation, asking simple things but I ended up finding out anything that I didn't already know. I had to be careful, I knew but I found my cool starting to slip. I'm not good at doing things that I know are particularly wrong. I'm not good at smiling at someone and stabbing them in the back. I preferred simpler ways of handling things, if any way at all. I'm generally the type of person to stay OUT of trouble. I laughed internally as I said this. No I didn't like the thought of this and yet I am.

"There's no way of contacting anyone in the storm" Piper told me as she shoved a cheeseburger towards me "So you're either gonna have to sleep in a booth or stay with us for the night"

Isn't that how the Shining began? No...I think that's how The Haunted began...well it was some horror movie. Anyway I think I'd rather sleep in a booth. Yet of course this was the invitation I was waiting for. The one they told me I'd get.

"Thanks...I'd like that, but only for tonight" I said adding the last part quickly.

"So..." Finn trailed off.

"Shut up Finn" Piper snapped "I think you're sad attempts at flirting aren't welcome"

"I was just gonna ask-"

"Aah at at!" Piper interruppted pointing at him warningly.

Finn frowned and began to stuff an unimaginably large amount of french fries in his mouth. It was sickening. I averted my eyes and found something else to stare at; my untouched cheeseburger. I felt queasy. I didn't want to eat. But before anyone could question me I took a bite. I chewed, I swallowed reluctantly and instantly felt better. I took another bite. I am not meant to be without food. I finished my plate in record time. Well record time for me, everyone else was finished before me.

Piper took my arm as if she thought I would fall and led me out of the booth. Everyone scurried out into the storm and into the Condor, their airship. I looked around deciding what to do next. Sleep. Sleep sounded like a brilliant thing. Yet I couldn't go to sleep yet. That was the sad part. There was so much to do, and so much to listen too.

Well that's it for now i know epic failure, but I'll try to make it up to everyone in the next few weeks...