The Air Wars (On hold)

Part 4

"Can I take a walk outside?" I ask Rose (my new assistant) "Sure. But you must have a gaurd with you." says Rose.

The garden is veary beautiful. Well...... it use to be better. My sister, Karmyn, use to care for it and now, well... you know.
But it still looks amazing. My dogs, Chief and Siberian, run up to me. I pet them and Chief runs off, Cheif is the more playful type and Siberian is the type the is protective (over me, duh!) Oh, and Chief is a full breed husky and Siberian is a full breed wolf. "Hi Siberian" I say and he growls, but don't worry, since he's a wolf he can't bark so to show hapiness, he growls. Then he goes into the barn and goes to sleep.
All of the sudden , the gaurd next to me falls to the ground, bleeding from the heart. I get up and sprint as fast as I can, even using air to blast me forward. But I'm not quite fast enough. I fall. And all I remember is the pain in my legs.
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When I wake my legs hurt so bad!!!!!!!!!! " AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cry out in agony "AAAARRRRGGHH!" I never had known something could hurt so bad! I'm in a hospital bedroom. "I had to cut off your legs and put on prosthetics on them. Your left leg is fake from the the knee down and your right leg is fake from the hip down. I thought that your legs would be numb but I guess not. So I'll put put you on pain killers I guess."I let the news sink in for a sec "Can I go?" I ask the doctor "Sure." she says. As if on cue, 10 gaurd suround me, creating a pertective berrier.

When we get to my room nobody is shot or hurt, but me. I lay on my bed and drift off.

I dream of not being in a war.
I dream of having a mom, a dad
I dream of not being hurt
And I dream that Karmyn is still alive.

Prosthetics are hard to learn to walk with. Very hard! Who in the right mind made this stuff so heavy! I guess I'll just hover above the ground for now.
I see the time, 1:00, time for flight practice.

At flight practice, Ashley admires my prosthetics "Wow! Ohhhh! Wow!" she keeps on saying. "You know, it's kinda anoying, the prosthetics and all." I say "But it looks so cool!"she protests "Yeah, I know, but it's soooooooooo heavy."
"Girls, time for practice." says Mack.

When we practice, Mack goes so easy on me! "C'mon, Mack! I'm not weak! I have new legs! I bet you they're better than my old legs! C'mon! Hit me! Well, try to hit me!" He tries, he can't. No surprise, I can dodge really fast.
"Well, Mack. Well. You're getting too easy, hmmmmmmm... How 'bout I try out the Black Death?" "What?! No?! I can go harder!" he says " Oh, I belive you. But the real question is, can you actully hit me?" I reply, giggling.
The Black Death is an obstical corse and it's name, well, it's... a good one.

You have to use air to get through the corse. You have to glide above somethings and under others. You have to trust that using air will get you out, because it's pitch black in there.

When I go in, Mack shuts the door and says "I'll give you a a few minutes to look at the corse, to see what you're up against." Then about 1 or 2 minuts later, he turns off the lights and wishes me good luck.

As I remember the first obsical is too tall to go over, too wide to go around, and too tall to walk under. So that means I have to crawl. I crawl under and I was right, good thing too, I think it had spikes. I think that the next obsical was one I had to go over, so I do and I'm right. I'm pretty sure I had to fly to the middle of the next one and fly through. When I do this I find I'm, once again correct. The last obstical is on I have to go around and I do. When I go around it, I feel heat generate around it. Hmm, must be a heat one, if you touch it, you get burnt.
I made it out of The Black Death without touching any of the obsicals! WOW!