Fallen From the Sky

"So then, Angel uses the blade to slay Morteause and free Malysa, but Fabilen is still under Corlon's control," I said.

"Uh huh," Rosalie said. She was looking up towards the sky and was obviously daydreaming. I wasn't annoyed with her; I just had to tell someone about my stories, even if they didn't listen. No really ever paid me much attention. I have always been a wallflower. Of course, Rosalie would actually listen and cared. But sometimes, I became a mere voice whispering in her head while she thought of other things. I didn't really care though. I'm used to it.

"I might not be, exactly, interested, in this story you wrote, but it is creative!" Rose said. She had been laying down on the grass in the field in the woods ten minutes from my house, but she propped herself up on her elbows, "I know I don't always listen to you," she paused, "But I want you to know that writing is what you should do. You could join a writing club or something."

"I don't do well talking, you know that," I said.

"On the contrary, you just talked to me for an half an hour," she said smiling.

"Well, I know you; I can't be that really open in front of people I don't know," I said.

"Hey, you were open when you met me!" she protested. I rolled my eyes.

"I was three when I met you and we were neighbors," I reminded her.

"Still!"

I sighed. I couldn't talk to people unless I had a feeling we would hit it off. I had a few close friends, but not friends as in someone you know and think are nice. My friends were loyal, forever friends. When I talked to other people who were thirteen like me, I got this butterfly feeling, and my voice was soft. While I was funny and witty around my friends; I was the quiet one in groups that weren't my buddies.

"You know I can't talk as much as you Rose," I said.

"My dear, Hestie, if you overcame that shyness, you would be so popular," she said.

"I don't know if I want to popular. I want to be thought of as nice."

"Come on Hestia, people like you! They just want to know you better!"

"I just can't be open with people!" I said. Rosalie paused.

"Maybe we can change that," she said.

"I wish," I said. I plucked up a flower from the field that I called a meadow. It was long and flowed. I looked at the petals. They were a beautiful pale yellow and in the center were seeds. But they formed a shape. I recognized it, but for the life of me I couldn't tell where. I was staring at them when I felt a raindrop,

"Rain, we should go back to my place," I said.

"Yeah, after it stops I can walk home," Rosalie.

"Over the meadow, through the woods, to my house we go!" I said.

"Funny," Rosalie murmured.

"Not a really nice day to start winter break," I said standing up.

"No, not really."

We walked along with the rain lightly hitting us. Then it began to rain harder. We walked faster. Finally it rained so hard it was difficult to see. I struggled through it with Rosalie just behind me.

"This is INSANE!" she yelled, "It wasn't this bad in the morning! Only overcast!"

She was right. It hadn't been this bad earlier, but the weather had a mind of its own.

"Maybe we should stop!" I yelled, "Wait for it to blow over!"

"No way! You think this is going to 'blow over'. We should just keep going."

We did keep going, for about five feet. Then suddenly, there was a huge crash in front of me. Thrown off balance by it I fell backwards into to Rosalie who fell as well.

I could just make out what looked like a tree I directly in front of me; it had fallen over from the wind. I tried to stand up but it was muddy and I felt stuck. I tried getting out as another tree fell down, this one right behind Rosalie who was right behind me. She screamed and I felt around for her. I finally grabbed onto her shirt when the storm became so hard, all I saw was rain and flashes of random color. I lost my grip on Rosalie's shirt. Then I felt as if I was being thrown into the air; sucked upwards into nothing. Like gravity was put in reverse; except more violently, instead of being pulled slowly up as if I was in space, I was yanked up forcefully. I screamed and I could hear Rosalie screaming as well. Everything was black and I felt as if I was being thrown round and round in the air.

Finally, everything slowed and I felt as if gravity was normal again. This wasn't helpful because I was falling fast towards ground. I hit the ground and my entire body ached. A second later I heard a thud next to me and Rosalie groaning. With some effort, I pushed myself up on my arms.

"Ow," I said in a small voice. Everything ached, I couldn't feel anything. I moved so I was sitting. Then I looked up. I saw two boys; one had brown messy hair and a frown. The other had hair that was indescribable and had the grin of a jokester on his face. His hair, in a few words, was gelled into a point with a purple streak at this hair's base. But weirdo boy's smile vanished as he looked at us.

I went pink. Two boys were staring at me and I had just fallen from the sky. Great.

AN: Hey! This is my second ever Code Lyoko story (and second fanfiction in general). The first isn't posted because I'm revising it (it was a first after all), but I do have experience. I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to leave reviews, I'll read them and respond. Thanks in advance!