Chapter IV: Missing

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I spent the entire moonfall searching for the cellphone that I left somewhere in the meeting area. I searched under all of the rocks, I dug feet into the sand, yet the cellphone could not be found. I began to panic, Avius would be upset to hear that I lost the cellphone. If he knew that I was talking about cellphones, then he must know that I lost it! There can be no way that the cellphone went missing. There's no wildlife here, no humans, just us. What if Riptide, or Electron, or Fahrenheit touched it?? It would be instantly destroyed if one of them touched it. I continued to panic, until an idea struck me. If I fly, I can cover more ground. My wings sprung out of my back, and I leaped into the air, doing some flips. I searched all around the forest, the sky feeling very windy. I ignored the wind, and kept looking. It was until I realized that the cellphone was too small to see from here. So I lowered myself, until something unexpected happened.

As I was unconscious, the wind still feeling very forceful on my face. I woke up, to be stuck on an airplane wing! The airplane was traveling hundreds of miles per hour. This led to a choice, let go and go falling through the sky, or hold as strong as possible and hope you don't get shredded by the engine. I stuck with the second choice. I tried to turn my head towards the body of the place, signaling for help from the passengers. Three windows were in front of me. One with a young boy with purple hair, one with an old lady, getting cause from vaping, and one with a slender man reading the newspaper. I tried to wave my hand to get their attention, but there was no luck. I moved my body slowly a few inches on the wing, still nothing. The wind progressively got stronger, pushing me faster towards the engine. I screamed on the top of my lungs, nothing happened. I was like 4 feet from the engine, and I knew that any second could be my last. I curled up, hoping that "god" will protect me since I was their child. But nothing happened. Now 2 feet from the engine, I suddenly lost my grip, my arms and legs shaking to find a grip somewhere on the wing. But then I suddenly noticed that the airplane was going down, ground was now visible. I luckily found a small crevice to hold on to, as the plane grew faster to fall. I felt weak, weaker than Frostbite. I closed my eyes, and let go.

"Mommy mommy!" The boy cried.
The mother with beautiful purple hair turned her head.
"There's an old man on the wing!" The boy informed her. "Tell the pilot!"
The mother rolled her eyes and went back on her phone. The little boy looked back at the window, watching as the gray figure slowly got closer to death. By the son's purity, he unbuckled the seatbelt and jumped out of the seat.
"Tim!" The mother cried.
The child walked to the cockpit, but like it was sheer luck, the security did not escort him back to his seat. He informed the pilot, where the pilot looked and saw the gray figure as well. He began to emergency land the plane. Which when the plane landed, the little boy looked out the window one more time, to see that the gray figure was still alive.

I woke up, realizing I'm still alive somehow. There were so many emergency vehicles surrounding the wing, where a large ladder came up and a man reached for me and remove me from the wing. I was confused. I'm obviously a supernatural being, why are they treating me like a mere human? I was taken to the emergency room, to find that not a since bone was broken or bruised. The doctors were shocked. To the left of the bed was the purple haired boy from the plane, next to a wondrous purple haired lady.
"Mommy! The old man is alive!" The boy shouted.
Do I seriously look like an old man? Sure I have gray hair, but that's because of my power! At least it wasn't green like Sylvan. Plus I'm 16 so I'm the exact opposite of an old man! The child ran up to me and hugged me. Then, a doctor with light blue hair gently moved him aside. He signaled for the lady and the boy to leave the room, which they did. The doctor, covered in masks and gloves approached me.
"You shouldn't have lost that cellphone!" The doctor took off his mask and gloves to reveal it was Avius! "I gave you it for a reason man! The god you've been worshipping, she doesn't like technology!"
I looked to my left and right, the cellphone is still missing.
"She has reimbursed the cellphone, and does not want to see such technology again!" Avius grabbed my shoulders.
"W-Who is she?" I mumbled.
"You think I know? I have no clue! Nobody does!" Avius told me. "Your fine, get up and fly back to your forest."
"If she gave life to me, then how do you know the god too?" I asked.
He did not answer, because he was busy pushing the window open. Then he flew out of it. I slowly flew out afterwards. All of that was just the illusion of Avius's extraordinary power. But now I knew his secret and now I'm smarter! He should be jealous! It took a few hours to fly back to the forest, where the sun was already falling, darkening the skies. Once I landed, I wrote down things that Avius told me about the "god." I wrote: the god is female, the god does not like technology. Looking above, the dark sky sprinkling with little stars. I knew she was there somewhere. And I know that I will find out why we are here. I curled up in the tent, my fluffy black tail and wings giving me heat. The night was silent, expect for the music of the wind. No crickets singing, no owls hooting, nothing for miles. It was clear that we were uncharted from the rest of the world. Nobody knows the name of the forest. They just know to run for their lives. But why were we so scary to the world? That little boy did not fear my face, he saw me as a friend. If this forest was known to all, it shall bring peace to, uh, darn it I forgot what state were in. Wait- never mind. I think Frostbite wrote a letter saying that we lived in the least populated area. With the few hundred thousands of people being alone or maniac. I knew that fact. For years, maniacs have been fleeing their home states to Wyoming, to escape the people. And some of them are luck enough to escape the world when they move here. I slept silent that night, same with six others. But one did not.

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