I do......NOT LIKE FLYBOYS

Anya was as gorgeous as she could possibly be during this wedding. I, on the other hand, looked...uh...interesting. Pictures (minus my face) will be posted later...when I get them. I could tell she was biting her tongue when the priest said "Speak now or forever hold your peace" Hell, I was even having a hard time because she was having a hard time. I am SO glad that I do not have to do this with parents because THAT was enough wrecking of my nerves...jeez.
The reception was...slightly boring. A tea party. Not really the traditional after wedding reception. To me anyway.

So, her parents dropped me off at the train station and gave me some money for the ticket, told me which train to take and (thank god) they left. (As opposed to staying and watching me leave). Anya wanted to come but she (suspiciously) fell asleep as soon as she got in the car. It was a little odd...she looked drugged. Come to think of it...so did her brother. Huh....

Anyway, I took off behind the station and flew for about three hours before I heard them. BUZZ. I whipped around and HOLY CRAP! I would have to say about 30 or so fly boys were following me. Now, I was really tired to begin with and I was hungry. Behind these fly boys, I realized, were Rhomboids. Missile-throwing, fire-starting Rhomboids. Not many people have seen these. I wonder if they were made to attack the perfects. Seeing as I was part of that trial they might be considering me part of the perfects. Missiles started flying past me and I knew I couldn't take all of them...but I could outrun them. This was totally not fair: 30+ robotic things attacking me...ONE. I flew as fast as my poor little wing would let me. (Which can be unexpectedly fast) I was also "apparating" a few feet forward every time they got too close. Unfortunately, I was getting tired and JUST as I thought I couldn't take anymore ZING(and I gotta tell you..that needle thing HURT!) RIGHT INTO MY BAD WING.

I dropped a few feet from the pain but I kept flying (note to self: don't try that again) I kept flying and kept flying and suddenly everything went really really blurry and swirly and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I dropped a few more feet, almost touching the trees. I needed to land and I knew it. I became really numb all over and I couldn't feel my wings. NOT good. I crash landed into the trees and everything went black. I knew what was going on and I could still hear the humming of the robots. Crap!

I fought the drug, which is extremely hard by the way, and somehow found a way to get up and hide myself. Thank God they didn't find me. Either that or they purposely left me there for reasons unknown. I was out the entire night and flew back home the next day.

I am still trying to snap out it and shake off the effects of whatever was in that tranquilizer...
It's off and on so I'll be fine one minute and woozy the next.

Fly on
Fly Strong
Sly Forever

Echoy Eensey
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