Cyril walked aimlessly around the city and observed the wreckage brought about by Artik unintentionally. He knew he ought to get Vegeta’s glove and start training very soon if he wanted to do what needed to be done. Cyril just couldn’t bring himself to do it though, he felt weighed down by sorrow and the lost opportunity. That damned kid with the same name had taken more than just his power away from him. He had taken away a chance to save hundreds of an endangered race. No. There would be more Cyril told himself. There had to be. Cyril took off his hat and began wringing it anxiously. They will never find them. They couldn’t- Cyril had been assured of it by the chief scientist who had created them. Cyril took a deep breath and exhaled. He had to calm down and finish the mission. Cyril rose into the air at a brisk speed and woke himself up with the cold night’s breeze. Wait… night? Cyril couldn’t believe it was night again already. Oh well, as long as he could still find the island in the dark this could be an advantage. Cyril stopped and floated when he got sufficiently high enough to see over the city’s tallest buildings, Now what had Artik said? Nine miles southwest I think. He flew quickly in the appointed direction and sped up until he could hear nothing but the howling wind in his ears. Cyril soon reached the coast. Visibility was very poor so Cyril slowed down and flew low over the ocean so he wouldn’t miss the island when he came upon it. Cyril was soon lulled into a thoughtful state by the peaceful sound of the sea. His thoughts drifted to the past. To the war. No! Cyril was on a mission and he couldn’t allow himself to lose control of his thoughts like that. Cyril stopped flying as the sun began to peek over the horizon, staining the black night red. Cyril feared he had gone too far so he flew a bit higher and waited for the sun to come up so he could see better. When it had come up enough to see he twirled in mid air and looked back to the coast. Cyril could no longer see it. Damn, he had come much too far. Cyril began speeding back to the coast, thankfully this time with miles and miles of sea in his range of visibility. Cyril soon found a small island, hopefully this was the right one. He floated above the island and looked for signs of life. The island was probably a mile wide with a large portion of it under the sea because of high tide. The skeleton of a boat (he assumed it was the pirates’) was in pieces on the north shore. Smoke rised nearby in the woods, that must be the pirates Cyril thought. They might not be hostile, but it was in his best interest to take every precaution before making cont-
“Oi! Looks like we got a visitor!” a rough voice shouted from the woods.
“Oh well.” Cyril shrugged and floated down in the middle of their camp. Cyril decided to go for the direct approach, it normally worked for him. “Hello! You guys wouldn’t happen to have Vegeta’s Glove would you?”
“Oi, course we do!” said the captain, “Want it?”
“Yes?”
“Take it, it is of little use to us.”
“Thank you kindly sir!” Cyril flew away back to the city with the glove.
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