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Aella sat curled up in the seat beside Mrs Irfan in the helicopter cockpit, somehow it was very quiet, the engine and rotor blades outside were but a slight humming noise.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Aella looked out of the window to see they were passing over some rough hills, further down she saw fox pass illuminated in the dusk once more. And on the horizon she could just make out the cinnamon hills. It was probably a trick of the light, but she thought she could see the crater she had carved out of them the night her powers fully awoke, the last time she killed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Aella looked back into the cockpit. A place that was new, something different to all the sorrows before. But not free of them, in the corner of her eye Mrs. Irfan’s leg invaded her vision. It was almost unbearable to Aella to have to face Claire’s mother like this after what happened. Then Aella realised however bad she felt Mrs. Irfan having lost a child could only feel worse, and so Aella’s sorrows increased.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n –<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n As dusk turned to night Aella saw lights on the horizon.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153..is that Koob?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes dear.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Mrs Irfan looked over and tried to comfort Aella, but it was difficult for her. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We need to refuel to get to the Arena.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n As the lights on the horizon grew Aella started to fall asleep, she was so very tired.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Aella sat curled up in the seat beside Mrs Irfan in the helicopter cockpit, somehow it was very quiet, the engine and rotor blades outside were but a slight humming noise. Aella looked out of the window to see they were passing over some rough hills, further down she saw fox pass illuminated in the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-251","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=251"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":252,"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251\/revisions\/252"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=251"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=251"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=251"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}