Flight School 101
I opened my eyes with a soft groan. My surroundings, however, were pretty... off. A black haze had filled the whole room, making it hard to see.
"Hello?" I whispered. "Is anyone here?"
"I know someone's here. Come out where I can see you!"
A small creek! was heard. I glanced over, seeing the door open, and then quickly shut.
"The time is nigh..."
"Who-Who's there? I demand you answer me."
"The time is nigh..." The voice was distorted. There was no way to tell if the voice was male or female.
"I said show yourself!"
Instead of doing what I asked, the black haze started to surround me. It was trying to suffocate me! I tried to get away, but it stuck to me like glue. It wasn't long until I was cocooned in deep darkness.
I sat straight up, heavily breathing. I felt sweat pouring down my face. "Wh-What? Huh?" I uttered. I looked around, seeing the guys look down at me. I was apparently on the floor, too.
"Christ, Kid," Vector growled. "You nearly gave us a heart attack."
"Yeah," Charmy agreed. "We thought you died."
I looked at them with confusion. "What are you guys talking about?" I asked. "How'd I end up on the floor?"
"You seemed to have rolled yourself off," Espio answered. "And you appeared to be having a seizure"
"A seizure? In my sleep?" I don't remember that. I only remember that dream... I shook my head. "No, I wasn't having a seizure."
Vector groaned and started up the stairs. "Came this close to calling the damn hospital," he growled. "Gettin' me up in the middle of the night..."
Geez, I'm sorry. It's not like I had any control over it.
"I'm going back to bed," Charmy said, lazily flying back up the stairs.
Espio helped me back onto the couch. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I said, "but that nightmare..." I shivered. "I don't even know what that was."
He placed a gentle hand on my arm. "I'm sure it was nothing to worry about."
I nervously giggled. "Yeah, sure." A small headache remained. I placed a hand on my head. "I'm just hoping it doesn't happen again. I've got Immortal training in the morning." And that was not a normal nightmare...
"Alright, Cheyenne," Silver spoke. "Since you've mastered the basics on how to control fire and having powerful physical attacks, the next step is the ability of flight."
"I'm gonna fly?" I asked. "How can I do that? Imagine that I have wings and trying to flap them around?"
"Well, you do have wings. In fact, they're out right now."
I looked and there were my tiny wings sticking out, extending and distending like no one's business. I'm gonna have to control that.
Blaze just looked on, not saying a word. That was getting on my nerves.
"Hey, Silver," I whispered. "Do you think you could talk to Blaze for me? She hasn't spoken to me in over two months, and I already tried apologizing. It's like her heart's made of stone."
His face suddenly turned red. "Uh, well," he whispered back. "I'll try and talk to her later when today's training session is over."
Why did his face turn so red? A smirk appeared on my face. "Methinks you have a thing for Blaze."
"Wha-?! No, I don't!" His eyes shifted to Blaze as if he didn't want her to listen. "I only like her as a friend!"
"That's not what your face says." My smirk faded. "But seriously, could you talk to her for me? Please?"
He looked back at Blaze, then back at me. He nodded, agreeing to help me.
"Crikey, Sheila, your wings are so tiny!" Marine said, stretching my wings a bit forcefully. "How could you possibly fly with these tiny things?"
"Ow, Marine!" I said. "That hurts!"
"Sorry, but your wings are so small. There's no way they'd hold you in the air for very long."
"That's why we have this training session, Marine," Silver explained to the raccoon. "So that her wings will grow not only in strength but in size as well."
"I've got a question," I interjected. "How do I know when my wings will... pop out?"
"Well, there may be times when they would pop out in unexpected situations, such as stress for example. Whenever you're stressed or angry, there's a chance that your wings come out when you don't want them to." The hedgehog gently stretched one of my wings out. "Your wings are pretty small, but that's only a minor setback. Just make sure you stretch your wings about four days a week and they should be ready to go after a week or two. You'd be a pretty decent flyer by springtime."
"How small are they?"
"Judging by their size..."
"Each wing's a foot-and-a-half long," Marine answered. "So that would mean you have a three-foot wingspan, Sheila. And if you include the spikes, which are about an inch-and-a-half, the wing's height would be about six inches."
Silver and I looked at the raccoon in surprise.
"What are you two looking at?"
"Marine, I didn't know that you were mathematically gifted," I said.
"I had a great tutor, Sheila. And his name was adventure."
Wow. If Marine can be so intelligent at a young age, then it could be possible that Charmy might be as well. I definitely learned some new things today.
As I was making my way back to the detective agency, stretching my wings as I did so, a cold wind blew on by.
"Niece!" Zekrom appeared beside me, making me jump a little. "Forgive me, but I couldn't help overhear of your little predicament with Blaze. Now remind me. Why isn't she talking to you?"
"It's because she thought I was just like all Immortals, that I care only for myself," I explained.
"What?! That's not true! Sure, we Immortals give a cold shoulder now and again, but we do care what mortals think and believe."
"And that's not all. I got a little mad and... kinda threw a fireball at her. But it was an accident, I swear!"
"I know. You would never intentionally harm another with your power. I know that feeling all too well."
I looked up at him, a sad look befell his face. "You do? How so?"
He shook his head. "I'll speak of it when your training is complete. Speaking of which..." A smile came on his face once more. "About to do some flying?"
"Yeah, but can't you see how tiny my wings are?"
"Oh, yes. The SWP."
"Small Wing Problem. Luckily, I know how to make you fly in five minutes."
I brightened. "Really?! You could do that?! Alright! What do I do? What do I do?"
"There's one thing that worked out for me when I was starting to fly, and that was jumping from a hundred-foot cliff with cold water and jagged rocks at the very bottom!"
My optimism and excitement suddenly left me. "Wh... What?"
"My brother thought I was mad to try a stunt like that, but then the look on his face afterward was worth it."
"Maybe you're still mad. I'm half-human, remember? There's the possibility that I could die! Weren't you afraid that you were gonna die attempting a stunt like that, even just a little?"
He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nope. Not that I can remember. Then again, my memory isn't quite what it used to be."
Not very helpful for me...
I let out a huff. "Tell me Zekrom, can all Immortals read minds?"
"Most can. There's that small percentage that can't read minds, and some of them have the Oracle Element too, which is a bit unusual. And you don't have to call me by my name; I'm not one for formalities."
"Then what should I call you?"
"You could call me Uncle or something like that."
"Okay... How about Uncle... Uh, Uncle, erm... Uncle Zekkie (pronounced as Ze-key)?"
"I love it! You know, I've been trying to get Zephyr to call me Dad, but I guess that was a stretch. Well, I'll see you later." He teleported away.
So for me to be flying in a short amount of time, I'd have to jump off a cliff... Is Zekrom trying to kill me?! I'm not as outstanding and/or crazy as he is! There's no way I'd do something so dangerous and stupid! I shook my head. I'm not gonna do it. Nope. Not gonna happen. Nuh-uh. Forget it... I sighed.
"Flying lessons, huh?" Vector asked as he looked at my wings. "At least you'll go places in a matter of minutes. It'll also save on airfare."
"Ooh, so soft," Charmy said, burying his face in my right wing. "But not very big. Are your wings gonna grow, Chy?"
"I hope so," I answered. "I want them to carry my weight, at least."
"Boy, you gotta weigh a ton or something."
My jaw dropped at Charmy's comment, and Vector was trying so hard not to laugh. I glanced at the snickering crocodile. "Did you put him up to this?"
"No," he snickered.
"Yes, he did," Zephyr confirmed.
Vector cleared his throat. "No, no I didn't."
"Yeah you did," Charmy squeaked. "You were gonna give me $10 to say that to Chy."
"You bribed him?!" I exclaimed.
"I told him it wasn't a smart idea," Espio said. "But like always, he never listens to me."
I sighed deeply. I guess I know how Espio feels. I feel like Blaze isn't listening to me, even though she hadn't spoken to me in weeks; and I don't think she'll ever speak to me again.
I was a bit hesitant about falling asleep. I didn't want to have another dream like the other night, but I didn't want to stare up at the ceiling all night either. So I went out, in my pajamas, through the forest. The air was cold and frigid, the snow melting a bit underneath my feet with every step I took. I'm sure you all can guess what I was going to do, but for now, bear with me. I needed some way to keep my mind away from sleep for a little while and there was one thing that was going to do so. My hair blew in a gentle cold breeze as I walked on the cold, hard earth. I then stopped. I stopped at the edge of a cliff; the same cliff where Zephyr and I had nearly died.
I can't believe that I'm gonna do this. I must be related to Zekrom because I'm gonna jump. If I don't live, I want someone to tell my family and friends that I love them. I gulped and then closed my eyes. I let my body lean forward.
"DESIST YOUR FOOLISH ACTION!"
I stopped right before I fell. I turned around, seeing Reshiram.
"Reshiram!" I exclaimed.
"What does thou think you're doing?!" Reshiram yelled. "Committing suicide won't get you anywhere!"
"I'm not gonna kill myself, Reshiram," I explained. "I'm gonna try and fly."
Reshiram was instantly annoyed. "My brother gave you the idea, didn't he?"
"Well, it's better than to just wait for another terrible dream to happen. Besides, I need to clear my head."
"Then don't do such a damnable stunt such as jumping from the cliff. Zekrom did that, and I thought the young fool was going to the afterlife. I was scared out of my wits."
I looked curiously at him. "You were scared?" He nodded. "You, Reshiram, the God of Truth, with world-destroying powers, were scared?"
"Very unbelievable, I know. But he was, and is, so outrageous and wild that I honestly thought..." He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm not supposed to tell you this until after your training." He looked at me with weary eyes. "You know, you remind me of... someone I once knew. I'll... I'll see you another time." He teleported away.
Someone he once knew...? I wonder who he meant. I looked back out to the ocean, glancing down at the water and jagged rocks. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and then leaned forward. The rush of the cold wind whishing through my ears was building up the adrenaline, my heart pounding faster and faster with each second passing. I didn't dare open my eyes, for if I did, death would be the outcome. The sound of water crashing into the rock drew closer and closer. I thought that I had killed myself, for the sounds of the water were fading away and were replaced with the sound of flapping wings.
Oh, dear god. I'm dead. That's it. I've gone and done it. I killed myself and now became an angel in Heaven. When I opened an eye, my small wing was flapping. I opened the other eye and looked at both wings then looked down. The ocean, the land, the entire world floor was so far from me. "I... I'm flying...!" I quietly exclaimed, then I screamed to the world, "I'M FLYING!" I was so happy that I was laughing like a fool in paradise, and wanted to do a loop-de-loop. So I did, and that made me stop flying for a brief moment, but I got that under control after a bit of wing flapping.