Author's Note: Let me set one thing straight—I don't like Piper at all. Actually, she's one of my least favorite characters. Still, I wanted to write a bit from her POV (don't ask me why). I don't own anything.
I watch in disbelief as your crystal explodes, your palace is destroyed, and as you flee to the Far Side. This is what I wanted, wasn't it? So why do I feel like everything is wrong?
We were never supposed to win. We were always supposed to fight an uphill battle. You always managed to defeat us. You always had a backup plan.
You couldn't just lose, because…because you're Master Cyclonis. You're the greatest of all villains, the smartest, the most skilled. You're a genius. You always have a backup plan.
You're my role model.
It's pathetic, isn't it? But it's true.
I always looked up to you. You knew so much about crystals. Maybe you had books, but you had no one to teach you. I bet half the books that Cyclonia has on crystals were written by you. I had an actual teacher for a few years.
And we're both orphans, but where as I clung on to the people around me, needing them to survive, you grew strong. You took control. I always wondered that if I were stronger, would I have been the Sky Knight?
You can't lose. You can't just run away. You bloody hypocrite, you always won, you ruled the entire freaking Atmos, and now, after one defeat, you're running? How can you do that to me? How can you do that to yourself? You're supposed to be perfect!
I will find you. I will hunt you down and find you. And I will ask you the same question you asked me all those years ago.
"Will you join me?"
I was such a hypocrite. I tried to deny the fact that I looked up to you, because you were evil, and I was supposed to have good role models, like Aerrow's dad or Starling or some other Sky Knight. I know that if I had said yes, we wouldn't be in this situation here now. I would be by your side as we ruled the Atmos. Perhaps you wanted to power, but I genuinely wanted to make the world a better place.
Well what now? The world is in ruins, torn by war and your stupid flying Terra and everything we worked so hard to build has been destroyed. Are you happy now?
And when I ask you, how will you react, I wonder?
"We're more alike than you realize, you and I. More than you'd like to admit."
I'm weak. I've always been weak. But you're weak, too, and I see it now.
I should have never looked up to you, but at the same time, you cannot look up to me. We are peers, we are on the same level, we are equals. Perhaps the only equals with such cognitive processing or crystal mastery.
You can run, you can hide, but you'll never escape.
I'm coming for you, Cyclonis.
Wow, that was creepy. I have no idea where it came from.