The Rebellion (Sky: Children of the Light)

~Chapter Eight~

There's some AMAZING music up there! I've been listening while writing! ^^

AVALA'S POV (EXCITING!!)

Avala opened her eyes too a curious butterfly. Nasty things. They didn't have them in Journey. They had perfectly sensible Cloth Creatures. Sitting up, Avala found herself on the sand of a small beach. Sand, one of the most excellent things to exist. She drew the particles off herself and stored them in a bottle for later.

Ah, the things Sand could do for her! Pick locks, create mirages and illusions, even become so razor sharp it could cut stone. Standing up, she studied the cliff on front of her. Leaping up, she grabbed a handhold about ten feet in the air. After a couple rounds of this, she reached the top and pulled herself over the edge. A spirit was standing a little ways away. He had a shimmering manta cape on, and a hand pan on his back. Rushing over, he helped her up.

"Hi! I'm Steve!" He said excitedly.

"Steve...?"

"Strange name, I know! I helped one of your friends here only a bit ago! Poor thing, they had a broken arm!" He waved vaguely in the general direction of where breakfast had been, "They went that way!"

Avala had studied the capes of the Sky Children, and even she knew; a Sky Child with a broken arm couldn't fly.

Avala quickly thanked Steve and headed the way he had pointed, occasionally using her cloak to leap ahead in great bounds. Arriving at the area, she found no one there.

Walking away, she leapt off a short bluff and onto another beach. Calling to Sand, she let it carry her up into the air, much faster than any cloak would. Floating high over the waves, she envied the Sky Children. They could fly anywhere, anytime, almost effortlessly.

Reaching the highest one of the floating islands, Edna's room, Avala got set down gently by Sand. Edna was picking small pink flowers with round yellow leaves, She wore a pair of white leggings, and a orange butterfly cape. She looked up when Avala landed.

"Hey Avala! I suppose you saw that vision thing too?"

Avala nodded, "Steve told me that someone came by with a broken arm earlier."

Edna sucked in a breath, "Oohh that's very bad," She ran up a small flight of stairs too a raised part of the island and dropped her flowers next too a neat collection of herbs.

"Who's Steve?" She asked while grabbing various medical supplies, then she ran back too Avala.

"He's a spirit." Avala answered.

"Ah, I see! Now, let's go find the others."

"When did you learn all this? We've been here for a day!" Avala wondered.

Edna looked down at her supplies as if seeing them for the first time, "I just... know it, I guess. That was what the Elders were talking about. Something about new skills." She shook her head and jumped off the island, snapping her wings open. Avala followed her with the help of Sand.

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"AAH! Be more careful!"

"Well, if you would just TELL ME-"

"OW!"

They had found Ethis, and he was the one who Steve had seen earlier with a broken arm. Edna was somehow expertly setting it with her supplies.

They had found the others unharmed, and had agreed to pretend they hadn't all had the vision.

Finishing up with Ethis, Edna tucked all her supplies back into their pockets.

"It's about time for lunch," She said, "Who can help Ethis?"

Avala offered, "Sand and I can."

Edna nodded, "Great! Meet you up at the lunch spot! It's by the statues of manta tails."

The group lifted off the ground and flew off, leaving Avala with Ethis. Avala asked Sand to give Ethis a hand, and it obliged, swirling around him in sparkling grains. Both lifting off the ground, they floated over the grassy meadows, and Avala could hear him muttering about how annoyingly scratchy it was.

Landing gracefully at the statues, Avala thanked Sand. She used her cloak too jump high onto one of the stone tails, where the others were perched. A basket of food was being passed around, and when it came too Avala, she took a square of crispy bread, sprinkled on top with an orange spice. It reminded her of the Sand Kingdom, where all the food was seasoned with s sort of spice.

Tossing the basket down to Ethis, Avala suddenly leaned forward. She could sense everything around her. Every grain of Sand to the baby mantas circling high above. She knew everything about the island in one overwhelming rush. She knew that there was flaking paint on the bell towers, and that there was a crack in the stone of the very statue she was sitting on.

Then, all at once, the feeling went away, leaving Avala empty and cold.

That was what the Elders had been talking about. They were getting the Elder's magic.

And that meant that Avala really was an Elder, and it wasn't a mistake that she was here.

YAAAY! I think Avala might be one of my favorite characters! It was super fun to write her perspective!