Snippet #2668643

Axel stopped dead in his tracks, his back pressed tight to a tall tree before his hands fell to his knees. He wiped the sweat trickling down his face with his dirty jacket sleeve, spitting on the dirt beside him. Had he lost them yet? He didn't even want to admit it to himself that he was scared, but he was absolutely terrified. What was the elemental boy doing? Running for his very life. It would have been much easier if he could have just zoomed through the sky as he usually did. Though it also would have been much easier for them to spot a giant ball of flame in the sky, and get to him again.

As his breathing began to return to normal, he took a hesitant peek around the edge of the tree. Expecting to see the angry group of men charging at him armed to the teeth. But instead he was met with nothing but more trees, and a rabbit that was just begging for him to cook it up and feed his starving stomach. He had finally shaken them, for now at least. It wouldn't be long before he would spot one of their ships in the sky, and their lights would shine on him, and he would be right back on the run again. But for now it was time to celebrate.

He jumped up from beside the tree, pumping his fist in the air as he went and letting out a loud cheer. That probably wasn't the smartest thing for someone to do who was being chased, but who said anything about him being smart? His body flared in a bright flash of flames around him. Flames to which he didn't even notice as he jumped and hollered all around the forest. He had survived another time. The hell was he scared for? A bunch of technological assholes who were trying to kill him with their good for nothing machines, while he was pure energy. Nothing could stop Axel, The Axe-man, The big bad Bowyer, The fi-

*CRASH*

Was all he needed to hear for his mind to stop thinking of nick names and for his legs to start jetting down the forest again. The hell was that? Another weapon? What were they hunting him with now? Would he ever get to cook that damn rabbit? Smoke began to rise from his head as his mind went rampant with thoughts before he stopped abruptly once more, almost slamming into another tree. He knew the sounds of their weapons since he had been fleeing from them for a while now. But that wasn't the sound of one of their cannons, that was the sound of a crash. Memories came back to him as he remembered, watching the Elementals of his kind soar to meet the monstrous war machines. Some falling to the elementals power, while Aisling claimed the others. If an airship had crashed, then that could only mean one thing. His enemies had finally been served up a fiery plate of death.

It didn't take long for Axel to find the site of the crash, peeking from the distance at the destroyed mess of the airship as he rubbed his hands together. Ylena had granted him with two beautiful victories today. Axel being Axel, didn't take take anytime to scout the area or anything. He simply charged straight towards the wreck, with hopes that there would be some corpses left to soak up his urine, as well as some food for him to eat. Though instead of all of that, what he saw before him was a girl, about his age tangled in the ropes of the airship. Looking as if Oselia herself was choking the very air out of her. He scratched his head in confusion, was this the terror that had been chasing him? And why was she struggling so much to get out of the ropes, she should have just accepted death as the people of her kind deserved. His eyes lingered on her for a while, squinting as if he couldn't see her clear as day in front of him. He finally smiled and shrugged, his interest now shifting on the object laying in front of his feet as he lifted it up and examined it.

"Stop struggling, Ylena will bring you too your punishment soon. There isn't anything I could do to help you Aer girl." He said harshly, an accent clutching to his voice (Not sure what the elementals speak but we will figure that out.) as he had no idea what the true problems of the situation was. Even though the solution was sitting right in the palm of his hands, or rather was halfway through his mouth as he began to chew on the object.