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Lilliana has spent most of her life - ten years, to be exact - in the M.S.P. When she is finally rescued, normal life isn't what she thought it to be. Will she ever figure out her destiny and save the Order of the Wicked?
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I was to meet Crowose in the Dining Hall at eight a.m. She told me that she was going to take me to meet the advanced engineering team so that they could begin the construction of my TurboWind. I did as instructed and by just after eight, we arrived in the main engineering lab. There were many tables and tools around the room. The advanced engineering team was made up of six people, all wearing safety goggles and other gear, ages forty to sixty. There were two women and four men waiting when we arrived with friendly smiles upon their faces. They held rulers, tape measures, clipboards, and such.
"Good morning," Crowose greeted.
"Same to you!" replied one of the women cheerfully. Then, without another word, they began to measure my arms, neck, torso, and such. It was as if they had directions printed inside their minds. I smiled weakly at Crowose, who nodded and smiled in reply.
One of the men stood back, next to Crowose. He was the one with the clipboard. "You said sky blue, correct?" he asked.
"Correct," answered Crowose.
The man nodded and scribbled frantically on his clipboard.
Suddenly, the team took three steps back from me and reported their results to the man with the clipboard, who recorded them in pen. One man grabbed a large rock and approached me. "Hold this," he said.
"Okay . . ." I said, very confused. I took the rock from him. I lurched forward; this was one heavy rock!
"Too heavy," commented the clipboard man, "Try the one two sizes down."
One of the women grabbed a smaller rock from the counter and handed it to me. I was able to hold it fairly easily.
"Shouldn't I be able to fly with my TurboWind?" I asked, "So shouldn't it weigh close to nothing?"
"Oh, right, right. How could we have forgotten?" mumbled the engineers. One of them took the rock back. "Well, we have what we need then," she said, "Your TurboWind will be ready in a week. Have a great rest of your day!"
I was a little confused. Crowose led me into the hallway. "Aren't they supposed to be the smartest people in the order?" I questioned.
"I do wonder that too, sometimes," Crowose sighed, "But their work is fabulous. We just have to accept their odd ways." Then she left me in the middle of the deserted hallway without another word.
I headed to the Training Dome, where I found it empty. It was so strange how it glowed and how the roof wasn't flat, but rounded. I wondered what was above it. Maybe nothing. Maybe something of extreme importance. I approached the equipment racks and grabbed a spear. I spun it around my fingers, deep in thought. This place was so mysterious. Riddles and clues scattered everywhere, along with magic and very suspicious behaviors and characters. Something that should be normal and ordinary wasn't. What type of world was this? I was starting to miss my simple, boring, bland prison cell in the M.S.P.
