So I kinda believe that the Storm Hawks (as teenagers) will defeat everyone in Cyclonia except the Dark Ace... maybe until now.

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"Mommy!! Sonarr and I can't find my shoes!" Eisa called from the end of the hallway. Her mother turned around from washing the dishes, the window above her head shining through with the afternoon sun light.

"Did you look under your bed?!" Piper yelled, keeping her hands in the sink.

"Uh... Yeah!" Eisa yelled.

"In your closet?" The thirty eight year old asked.

"Yes!" Her six year old replied.

"What about the hall closet?!"

"Uh... No. I gotta look!" Eisa's sock covered feet thumped lightly down the long hall, Sonarr shaking her brown fur as she was awoken from her napping spot in a ray of sun as Eisa flew by her. "Come on, Sonarr! Once we find my shoes, I can go with Wrestin to see if I can go with daddy who's with Morsho who is gonna practice with a skimmer that-"

"Eisa! You know that only Morsho and your father are going on this little practice session, right?" Piper stood in the hall, wiping her hands off with a towel. Eisa smiled sheepishly.

"Well, yeah... but-"

"But nothing. You tell Wrestin that he can haul his butt in here and wait for your father and brother to get back." Her mother finished, turning on her heel to finish the last few plates and cups.

Eisa sadly frowned. "Okay, mommy... Come on Sonarr, let's get Wrestin." Eisa offered her shoulder to the creature, who accepted it. Sonarr looked almost exactly like Radarr, but she had brown fur, which was a bit longer. Sonarr blew some of Eisa's short midnight blue hair out of her sitting area, and gripped her friend's shoulder as Eisa took off extremely fast to swing open the door. Her older brother sat on the porch and suddenly turned to her.

"Well? Did you find your shoes?" As any eight year old, he was a bit impatient.

"Mommy says we can't go to see Morsho and daddy because the practice was..." Eisa trialed off, putting a finger to her mouth, and tried to remember. "Uh... YEAH! Only for them."

Wrestin pouted."It's not fair!" The red head propped his face on his hands, elbows resting on his knees. "How come Morsho gets to practice with dad?"

"Because," Their mother said who was at the door frame, drying off the last plate. "Morsho is twelve. When you're twelve, your father will definatly practice with you. But right now, I think you're too young to be learning about weapons and such."

Eisa plopped herself next to her brother, and sat cross legged on the edge of the wooden porch. She pushed down her white sundress and looked out to the sky, watching for her father and brother. Piper leaned on the railing that surrounded the porch, placing the plate on it. Wrestin patted Sonarr on her head, ruffling her brown fur and scratching her behind her left ear. Sonarr decided to settle between the two children, who kept their eyes feverishly on the sky.

"How much longer till daddy gets home?" Eisa suddenly asked.

"I don't know. He said that he and your brother would be all around the terra today. We'll just have to wait for them..." sighed their mother. Wrestin lay on his back, putting his arms behind his head. Piper looked down to her middle child, remembering all those times Aerrow pulled that same pose. The family silently waited for a couple more minutes, just watching the clouds move lazily in the wind. Bird calls echoed from the trees, a white bird flying away from the tree line and over their heads and the house. More birds suddenly followed, a big haze of fluttering wings filling the sound and sky around the family. Piper nearly dropped the plate, eyes going wide. Wrestin sat up and grinned, loving the rare phenomenon. Eisa already beat him to it, standing up and laughing, arms spread out like the hundreds of birds racing over her. Piper clutched the plate, not really knowing what was going to happen. Eisa tugged at her pant leg, smiling.

"Come on, Mommy! Look at all the birds!" Her daughter summoned her, Sonarr bewildered on the little girl's shoulder.

"Alright." The plate was put back on the railing, towel sitting on top. Piper let Eisa grab her hands and pull the hesitant woman out off the porch, to where Wrestin was standing.

"I wish dad was here to see this!" Wrestin exclaimed. Piper smiled, putting her hand on the boy's shoulder, and kept one of her hands clutched by Eisa. Sonarr decided that a better view was on Piper's shoulders, and climbed on.

The birds picked up speed, suddenly frantic. Piper ducked a bit to miss a black bird from colliding with her face, and her heart skipped a bit. Eisa was unaware, and continued to giggle. Wrestin, however, looked up to his mother as she looked down, two sets of orange eyes meeting for a split second. Piper was alerted to a screech from the brown creature on her shoulder, and turned to Sonarr. She was on the ground, shaking back her senses as the blue and green bird that had slammed into her fluttered its wings and took off again, trying to catch up with the rest.

"I think we should go back inside." Piper said, pulling her children back to the house. Eisa strayed a bit, and kept looking back over the tree line for something. This bird flock moving didn't seem right to her, or her mother. Wrestin stayed close, not leaving Piper. Sonarr bounded after them, jumping onto Eisa's shoulder, the pup staring behind her as well. The three made their way to the home and were halfway there when the birds finally vanished across the trees. The terra fell silent. No more bird calls or whistling wind. Eisa looked around; her heart beat the only thing the little girls could hear. Wrestin didn't like the silence either, as well as Sonarr. Piper dreaded it. The wind kicked up again, Eisa still not accepting relief. Her brother broke a smile for the return of sound, and started walking again. Piper grabbed his arm, freezing like a rabbit. The three stood still, wind teasing their hair, Piper not bothering to brush her long dark blue hair from her face. Eisa gasped when her little ears picked up a skimmer's energy hum.

"Daddy?!" Eisa's green eyes were planted on her mother. Piper doubted it, Aerrow never making so many birds scatter. Piper kept her eyes on the sound of many engines humming over the trees, her heart pounding with anticipation. Wrestin watched his mother's face freeze into a spark of fear.

One skimmer finally came into view; it's bronze and red wings in a flat, sharp shape. Piper gasped. Cyclonians!

"Run! RUN!" Piper screamed at her children, who picked up speed. Sonarr clung to Eisa's shoulders, fearing that she might fall off. Wrestin was running in front of his mother, who clung to Eisa's hand. Piper dared to look back, and she immediately regretted it. A whole bunch of Cyclonians were sitting on their skimmers, and it reminded Piper of the many times she and the Storm Hawks had easily defeated them. But with her children here... she had three other lives that couldn't protect themselves.

A cry and a sudden burst of an engine sound flared in her ears. Eisa screamed as a skimmer that now was a land vehicle snatched Wrestin from right in front of them, the boy's mouth covered from screaming as well. Eisa's sundress fluttered in the wind that parted as the skimmer blared on and took off into the sky. Piper cried out in anger and agony, releasing Eisa from her grasp. The little girl caught a glimpse of her mother's eyes that seemed to yell: Get inside! Get out of danger!

"Get inside!" Her mother's call confirmed.

Eisa ran, her heart pounding, her legs aching and lungs flaring in fire. Sonarr screeched and started to mutter gibberish in her ear. The creature saw Piper grab onto the next skimmer that had drove by and kick the driver off. Piper slammed on the gas and let the wings unfurl into the sky after her son. The man struggled with the boy, who was fighting for his freedom. That's right Cyclonia...Piper smirked. Try taking my kids... Wrestin caught a sight of his mother, but didn't alert the driver, who was mostly concerned with keeping the kid on the skimmer. Wrestin flailed his arms around with fists as his hands, and managed to distract the driver to kick the hand controllers off to the side with the heel of his foot. The skimmer dropped and slowed, the driver deciding that this boy wasn't worth killing himself over. At that moment, Piper had leapt from her seat and nailed the man in the back of the head, sending him right over the controls to the wastelands. Wrestin hugged his mother, once again not feeling completely safe. His instinct was right.

"Hello, Piper. How are Aerrow and the kids?" The Dark Ace laughed wildly, the scar that Aerrow had left from their last battle running from his temple to the corner of his lip. The crystal specialist dived, Wrestin watching behind them to alert his mother of any dirty tricks. Piper spun the skimmer around as she could hear the blasts from his glowing red sword. Most missed, and one grazed the tips of her hair as the skimmer flew upside down to miss it.

"Damn it..." Piper scowled, remembering the last time that happened. Wrestin whimpered as the Talon was racing after them.

"Mommy!" He suddenly screamed as the Dark Ace swung his sword sideways to cut the boy in half. Piper's staff came from nowhere, the woman's reflexes sharp and quick. It blocked the red blade from doing any damage to her son.

"Don't even..." The woman growled in a deep voice, hatred dripping from her soul. The Talon drew away his sword and smirked.

"Maybe I'll just go after your daughter... She is alone now, right?" His laughed froze Piper and Wrestin's hearts as he dived to the terra, the house, and the daughter of the man whom the Ace hated so very much.