It's been a month, Fawks is still Wherever she is and we've gotten... Nowhere. If we find her, first thing we'd have to do, is avoid capture. If we know their plan, we could grab her and leave. If we don't die first. Lots of Ifs. The fate of the world is in your hands, no pressure. Credit from literally every movie. Expect the usual, I get there, it's all fine and dandy, oh no! Looks like I'm loosing now! Oops never mind I won, no casualties, no pain, it all went well, bad guy goes to prison.

Gee, wish I was a movie character right about know.

"We can't wait much longer, it's been a month, we need to wake sleeping beauty and tell her the plan." 1 step ahead of you, Cam, I've been up all night. Step 1, barge through the door, step 2, get plan, step 3... don't die? Sounds good when do we start? Now? Ok! "Ok sleepyheads I got 0 sleep yesterday, and If I don't get a plan soon, I'll talk in Shakespearian English for the rest of the day." I might kill my teammates ears first.

Crawl in vents or high places, find bird, get bird, run. Perhaps I can do some Latin whispering in the vents, make it seem haunted, brush my wings on the sides, make it work. Ghosts? No need! You have me! A professional ghost! Probably won't go through with that plan, but oh well. I just want to whisper things like, "its a ruse! You have lost! Death to allllllllllllllllllllll!" With an extra 7 billion 'L's

After hours of flying over the ocean in dense fog, where something was seen crashing into the atmosphere, we, scratch that, I found a giant rocket, like the ones humans make, but ya'know, something that looks cool. There was also what seems to be the start of new civilisation, starting with a lab. "Hey guys!" I whispered into my earpiece, "Any chance we're looking for a giant base in the middle of nowhere literally titled evil base?" Is it obvious that I joke? Like, a lot?
"No, I think we are looking for something titled 'super cool base that has UR bird'." comedy.

The vents were below freezing. Delightful. Didn't even get a chance to hide my wings, so they don't freeze off. But nooo! You might need your wings! What if you fall down, into sone disgusting alien goo that swallows you whole. They'd definitely have liquid nitrogen right where i'd fall, so that if i do fall, if i don't stop my fall with my wings, i die.

Suddenly, pineapples. That's the most humorous way to think when your best friend you've known for years screams out the worlds best equivalent for a swear word. Even better, it was spoken in English. Cameron probably heard that from the ear piece. Oh look, the grated part of the vent where the air comes out. Does it have a name? Probably. Would I ever use that name? Surely you know me by now.

Down under, is a bird in a cage. Unguarded. Sus but Ok. I Silently undo the latches, and flutter down. Good thing it's quiet. Im good at quiet. Grab cage, open cage. Darn rusty metal can squeak, good job, Eva. Release a bird into the vents, done! Get back into vents. Not complete.

Get stabbed in the neck with a small needle and pass out, check.

Who misses ???

Must they continue to stab my poor neck with such a vile poison? This time they chose a less powerful dose, one that would put me to sleep, and when I woke, only a minute of rainbows and glitter.

Probably found whoever they needed to find.

I do not want this newcomer to be as annoying as that bird. Who's ready for 5 hours of fun time?

Through the rainbows I saw someone, their wings bound in my favourite kind of binding, one that wraps around the limb, in 3 places, ensuring the wings stay out, and spread as far as the scientists need. They'd be chained to a certain length apart, then to the wall. The figure's wingspan was massive, as i had predicted. However, i hadn't predicted that their wings would be such a bright light brown, that they might be mistaken for the impossible colour of Eiral wings. White.

What seemed like an hour later, when the poison faded away, a strangely feminine noise came from the other person. "Ego sentio sicut ego nuper percussum in capite cum salsissimus vir vivens" it blabbered quietly.

"Such a strange language. Uncultured and strange." I spat at the uncultured words of the Eiral before me. It hesitated, but looked to me with a hint of understanding. "You speak a human language." It did what surprised me most, spoke in my language.

"What do you mean? This is the common language for all Eiral." I hissed aggressively. It blinked slowly, processing my words. "The language you speak is also known on my planet, though not many know it. We call it Latin, I am relatively fluent, but if you could speak slower, it would make everything much easier for me." Latin. Interesting name for my language. Explains why the Eiral speaks slowly.

"My name is Atlas, just, so you know." I grumbled. It looked up hastily, it had 1 Amber eye and 1 yellow eye, I dug through my memories for where I'd seen something like that. The fire wielding girl had a glowing yellow eye pinned on me, her Amber eye shining bright, reflecting the fire, so bright no one could see what it was looking at. This earth dwelling person had eyes so bright they might glow. A voice snapped me out of my train of thought. "My name is Eva, nice to meet you in such lovely conditions. I feel like I'm staring at rainbows."

"Ahh... yeah, about that, that's a strange kind of poison that they injected you with, it doesn't do any harm, but it puts your mind into a state of crazy. It should go away soon." I almost felt empathetic.
"Poison is something you drink or eat, venom is injected." Eva may be worse than that wretched bird.

We spoke for a little bit, before the scientists came and observed us. It was then when I realised her wings weren't light brown. They were as white as the scientist's coat. The white wings died century's ago. They started disappearing after the last of the flame girls died.

At the leaving of the scientists, I took the moment and whispered a question, "how do you have white wings?" At my question, she wrestled her wings around in her chains before deciding for an answer that was good enough. "Am I suppose to have dark blue wings, like yours? I spent my life with no-one else who was like me, I thought if there were more who were, this would just be the normal colour." So she doesn't know. I recounted the story for her,
"Well, centuries ago, white wings were the most powerful. Though they were banned from running the council, instead, they'd become assassins. When the Flame born Eiral girls were killed to extinction, they all disappeared. Some people in the resistance, fighting for flame girls, said it was because the gods were angry, angry we killed their children. So they took away our assassins. I think that's bullshit."

The young girl soon relaxed in her chains. I brought my eye to a small, hardly noticeable bind on her left wing. It was made of gold. Sometimes Women could be born with powers such as a small amount of wind manipulation, gold could stop that, too. I wondered what power she may have been given.

Eva's POV

Atlas had strange midnight blue wings. His wings were bound tightly to his back, he must have been having a nightmare, because he flashed his fire twice, trying to summon it, struggleing against the gold band around his arm. His silver eyes covered by pale eyelids.

Atlas' wings were smaller than mine, I'd be faster in open terrain, but he'd be better in tree top races and other obstacle courses. He might also be able to blend into the night sky.

I feel like i might spew a rainbow. At least any plans of revenge Aura had wont happen for a long time, thats for sure. I regret nothing.

Can someone kill me? Or give me a poo emoji plush? You know what? Give the emoji plush to Atlas, he needs to know he's a shit.

"So, why exactly are you here?" I questioned the only other person I could talk to. He gave me a look that said 'oh yeah.' "Eiral's are meant to have brown wings." The scruffy boy huffed dramatically. I flashed sparks of annoyed flame at him, realising I had been restrained from my fire.

Eva is bored and still high on the pride flag, so we gonna go back to Atlas (thanks to GalaxiKitten for the name)

Eva flashes her wings with sparks of flame, she does this repeatedly, forcing her bindings to heat up. "What might you be doing?" I asked as the gold band started glowing strongly due to heat, "are you that stupid? Im getting out. My gold ring can't handle as much as yours. Im melting it." She had no idea. "It's on your left wing, closest to your back. Your wasting energy now." She put on an iconic 'i knew that' face and singled out to the gold ring. After half an hour later, the gold ring melted off. She had barely any energy, however, and passed out.

20 minutes later, a fire erupted on all the bindings E had, burning them to a melted pile of steel. She stretched her wings then folded them comfortably on her back, then she confronted me, grabbed a handful of fire, and force-fed my gold band. In almost 5 seconds, it became a small pile of melted gold on the floor.

I erupted into flame, and my bindings fell away. "I am certain there's an easier way to do that, but who knows?" Eva said to herself, and I agreed with her, there must be an easier way. But no-one willing to help us would know it. "This way!" The young girl hissed, clenching her wings to back, dissolving the door where the look would be, and began climbing into the vents, her small build making her able to speed through the tight tunnels.

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