Felix Alliard's Story

Audra narrowed her eyes in annoyance as she mused over what the winged boy had said. Something about them not being from Elenia. What in the world was this Elenia that he was talking about? Was it the name of this place - Audra didn’t quite understand what in the world it was about, but it just went to show her that her subconscious was fully capable of creating strange worlds.

“Well, perhaps a compromise, my dearest ray of sunshine. If you’re looking for civilization, then I can escort you and your companion to Sora Academy for the Gifted. And answer any questions that you may have.” Audra nearly ended up losing her temper at that simple word - Gifted. It was such a disappointing word. There had been too many occasions when she had met someone who was ‘gifted’ but ended up being nothing but a simple bore. Answers seemed nice, but they weren’t helpful anyways.

Wasn’t it almost time for her to wake up from her dream already? The presentation must have started by now, so either time was messed up or there was something wrong with her. It didn’t matter. All that was needed was a bit of a shock and she’d wake up sooner or later. An adrenaline rush never failed to remove her from her dreams whenever she was about to die or something anyways.

“Look… I don’t know who you are.. but you’re nuts if you think I’m willing to follow some random, winged, Casanova freak to a place that I’ve never even heard of,” stated the darker-haired boy with a voice that made it seem as though he was annoyed. Giacomo Casanova - the famous womanizer. It did make sense perhaps in that context, but she preferred to think that his words were given to her, and her only.

She stopped in her tracks to try and respond to the winged boy, before the other boy directed some of his ire her way. “I’m not to fond of you trying to act like the boss all of a sudden, but I’m only following you ‘cause you’re the only normal thing in sight.” Audra allowed a little smile to creep up on her face when she took in the implications of these words. Usually, people were all too willing to leave the decisions to someone else, especially in a place far from their comfort zone. How nice of this one to want to have some say.

Audra continued to walk forward, before turning her head to address the winged boy. “No thanks, flyboy. Don’t care too much for this academy of yours.” Then, in a deadpan voice, she turned towards the darker-haired boy, before shrugging. “And if you ever thought that your opinions would mean anything to me, you were mistaken. If you’re upset about it, then deal with the implications of being alone yourself.”

Just when she had finished her little speech towards her darker-haired companion, the winged guy grabbed him, spun him around and gave him a hard slap in the face. Audra turned around as well to see just what had happened - especially to learn what had set the boy off into doing such a thing. Before, he had seemed to be quite well-mannered, even chivalrous, but apparently, the black-haired boy had done something that had gotten on his nerves.

“I don’t know where you came from nor do I particularly care. But as you can see, you are not dreaming. This isn’t some figment of your imagination, and neither is it a ploy by the people you know. You’re on my home planet of Elenia. If you insist on traveling, I’ve no choice but to accompany you; seeing as you know nothing of this place or its inhabitants.” He gave a slight bow that just served to allow Audra to take a closer look at his wings. They didn’t seem to be some thing that was strapped on to his back - to the best of her knowledge, it appeared as though they were seriously attached to the boy’s back directly. “Consider it my obligation to work for such knuckleheads.”

Audra hoped that the boy wasn’t addressing her in any way, but as there was no possibility that his rage wasn’t directed just at the boy - in her opinion. Her grey eyes flashed with anger; no one insulted her reasoning, even if they were winged people. “Excuse me!” she spat out, with a slight tinge of injured pride. “Exactly what is your reasoning behind calling me a knucklehead.” Then, knowing that she really shouldn’t be losing her temper - not in whatever this place was - in front of people, her voice became quieter, but still brought with it an aura of anger. “If you’ll insist on doing such distasteful things such as insulting someone, do you really think that your information would be helpful? Do you think that I’d believe you?”

She took a deep breath before continuing. “Let’s put it this way so that even someone like you can understand it. There is no way according to the laws of physics as we, humans, know them that we can be on a different planet without actually traveling. We can’t be on this planet - Elenia, you called it - because about just a little while ago, we were on Earth. How do you suppose that we’ve ended up here then? If something is impossible, then do not have the impudence to suggest it like an everyday occurrence. Now, Flyboy, what kind of reasoning did you use to come up with your ridiculous conclusion because I have to say that your reasoning makes no sense whatsoever. You might as well go and get a new brain implant with the way that you think.” That berating of the sheer idiocy of that winged boy seemed to make her a bit more pleased than before, but she still looked, almost glared, at the boy.