"Killllll the street scum!" I shreik.

Scions scuttle from the walls of the warehouse. I watch as the jump on the thugs.

"That" A voice says. "Is why you fight for the nobles."

Standing in front of me is that girl, Sprocket.

I lunge. 

Hi, I'm Elliot, ruler of SailHAven and vampiric lord from the revers dimension.

I was so, so happy to be back with Sprocket that I didn't know what to say to her. Finally, after several minutes, I said, "So, theres a war going on, right, or is it just something small?" She answered, "Well, it isn't a war yet, but its so close to becoming something bad that we can just call it a war. Why did you come back?" "I missed you!" I said. "Also, there were rumors down there that Octavia was rising again. So I came up to save you all! Da-da-da!" I stood up and put my fist in the air. She laughed.

A northern breeze buffeted my feathers, the sunlight cascading and spilling over sailhaven like a golden waterfall.  

I shivered. It was hopeless, I don't belong here.  Not in this floating wasteland.

I was a falcon of the skies. Not of the humans.

My feathers shifted and I felt a sting.  As if an icical had been thrust into my back.  

I stood, frozen.  Not daring too move.

I should leave.   

But I couldn't.  I felt  my body leave the terrace, gliding effortlessly over the streets.  As if I wasn't the one in control.  

But that was nonsense.  Of course I was in control.  

Wasn't I?

I landed, the rough pavement beneath my talons warm from sitting under the sun all day.

I glanced around.  It was abandoned.  Of course it was.  I was alone.  

Right?

"Hello dear.  

Or should I refer to you as slave?"

A wave of frigid air rolled over me.   I stared into the shadows, trying to make out a shape.  

"Don't worry you won't be alone.  You will be part of a very effetive cause.  

Sadly I must still expect you to.....not see the light as I do.

Of course, I can fix that."

All that was left of Sayonora was a silent scream.  Slipping through the folds of twilight's cloak till it was gone.  

Forever. 

After a long time of jumping from roof to roof, Sprocket and I land on the top of the Royal College. "Do you think he's in here?" I ask her. She shrugs, and says, "Let's check!" She takes my hand and we jump down to the small area in front of the door. I cup my hands around my eyes and peer through the glass. "Do you see him?" Sprocket asks me in a low voice. "No," I reply, "But that doesn't mean he's not here." "Should we go in?" I tell her I think we'd better check in the square first, before rushing into a building that we aren't exactly welcome in. "Well, you're allowed in there," She says, "Because of your map." "Yeah, you but you definitely can't go in there. You're a wanted criminal." Sprocket laughs and says, "Thanks a lot." "You know what I mean! I'm going to the square, taking the alleys. Come with me, if you want to find Elliot."

We sneak through the alleyways and end up in Founders Square. We see Elliot on the far side, talking to some of the police. I start to walk across, coming out of the shelter of the shadow, when Sprocket pulls me back. "What?" I ask. "There's police over there!" She hisses. "So?" "So, they'll see you and ask you what you're doing. You would probably tell them, and then they'd ask you why. You'd have to tell the truth of course, and then where would I be? In jail." "Oh," I said. "You're right. We'll wait til they go away."

Sorry!