Demon of the Skies [Book 1]

Merlon

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Chapter Quote:
"The first lesson is that you can't lose a war if you have command of the air, and you can't win a war if you haven't."
~Jimmy Doolittle
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Chapter 9: Merlon

The next morning, I woke up to a nasty thunderstorm. The power cut out for a few a seconds before flickering back on. Well so much for going out to breakfast this morning...

"How does Elizabeth sleep through this?" Genette grumbled, shuffling into the kitchen.

"That is one thing she definitely got from your mother. Everly could sleep through anything and everything."

"I mean... how does she sleep through thunder that literally shakes the house yet wakes up to a spider crawling on her neck?"

"Wait, when did a spider crawl on her neck?"

"A few years ago. Refused to sleep with her lamp off for a year. She was petrified. That was before college."

"Honestly, I think I'd be terrified too. Why don't you go wake her up for breakfast?"

"Oh no," my nephew protested. "Last time I did that, she chased me with her curling iron."

"Well you did dump her out of her bed."

"She wasn't waking up to anything else!"

I laughed, shaking my head. I told Genette to get breakfast started while I went to wake up his niece. Elizabeth was curled up in a ball under the sheets. I gently shook her awake, saying her name. She groaned in resistance, turning away from me. She was definitely her mother...

"Elizabeth, it's time to get up. Breakfast is being made," I said.

"But I'm cold," she mumbled.

"How are you- ah, your sunburn. Let's get some aloe on it again and then I'll make you some tea, how about that?"

My niece finally caved in, grumpily sitting up. She gave a big yawn before getting out of bed and following me to the kitchen where Genette had the eggs and bacon going.

"Why didn't you chase him with a curling iron when he woke you up?" Genette demanded of his sister, looking offended.

My niece glared at him. "I will end you."

"Why don't I tell you three another story while we cook and eat?" I suggested before my niece did actually end my nephew.

"Please," Genette begged. "Get her mind off something else besides killing me."

"If you shut your mouth, we wouldn't be having this problem," Elizabeth retorted. "But yes, please tell us a story."
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May 19, 1995...

Janie had tried talking to me again after our argument but I was still too miffed to pay her any attention. Pixy was the unfortunate middle man, having to deal with Janie asking him how to get me to listen to her and having to deal with me telling him to shut up about the whole situation.

"Cipher, you're going to have to talk to her at some point," Pixy said, bringing the entire conversation up for the umpteenth time.

"You're going to have to get it through your thick skull that I don't want to talk about this," I snapped as we walked to the briefing room.