Chapter 4

Today was the day.

It was still the same day, although it felt completely different.

Micah and Peter were almost finished packing their stuff for the flight, which Peter packed two times more than Micah, based on how many luggages they had.

It was time to go.

Time to go to war.

Micah and Peter had very mixed feelings about it, one reason that it was Russia.

It was like a vacation.

Except the fact that there were Ikes wishing for your death, and you need to hold an orb of some sort and save the world.

No pressure.

"Okay, are you ready?" Micah asked restrainedly, due to the fact that he was holding three bags, and moving two luggages with the wheels under.

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's go."

They walked out of the room and this time they traveled to the right, where there were two elevators.

Analyzing the elevators, he said, "Peter goes to the right and I go to the left."

"Why not just go in the same elevator?"

"Because we can't risk the elevator shutting down."

"True fact."

They went to their assigned elevators, going down to where they quickly went to the first floor.

Ironically, they saw each other as they walked out, which seemed quite coincidental.

As they continued to walk, they found some different things outside.

Maybe the fact there were lights stationed like a road, or the fact that a lot of people were shouting outside.

But they went out, and found a lot more things different than before.

It was quite surprising that they did this in a matter of a few hours, only that they saw construction around four p.m.

"Well, here we go," they both said as they walked with the lights.

They weren't sure where to go of that sort, but they thought the lights would lead them to their destination.

And lead them they did, they found the whole bunch ahead of them, also a big airplane.

It was more stubbier than an actual commercial plane or so, but it seemed like it weighed much more than perceived.

"Hey, there's Peter!" one of them shouted, which Peter could infer was Vienne.

He was still quite nervous about her, hoping that Xavier didn't notice.

She was a pretty one, but he would prefer to keep distance to avoid any drama.

As they arrived, all the luggages started going in. Micah looked ahead and saw a lot more planes just like this current one.

As Peter saw the luggage going in, he wondered why passengers and luggages were in the same plane.

Due to the weight, that may cause some problems with the stability. He asked this question to Asiris, who responded, "Their planes are a lot bigger than ours."

Peter thought normally regular humans would take planes, but not necessarily middle-earth humans.

Either way, they got in with their carry-ons, which were full of snacks.

The supplies and food were in a different section of the plane so it wouldn't be ideal trying to walk into a totally different area for food.

Peter and Micah sat down, as they looked around—viewing the looks of the plane.

It was like your natural plane, except with smaller windows to attract less Ike towers.

Those were regularly used just as lighthouses, but due to the war—their use was changed.

The rest came in, and when they did—Xavier went for the room upfront, while Vienne chose to stay in the room Peter was in. Peter was almost convinced he was sweating, but he kept his cool.

"Okay, we'll be starting this flight soon, which our destination is from Maine to Singapore, so hopefully you enjoy this flight. I'm very sure that you guys know the procedures of being in a plane, but we'll show the video to you anyways."

The pilots instantly shot up the video, which was about five minutes of information.

Once that was done, the plane reached its take-off position, which seemed quite far in Peter's view.

"Okay, we'll be taking off now, I hope you guys enjoy your flight and we'll see you in Singapore."

Then seconds later, the plane zoomed. Micah found himself feeling a very unsettling feeling as the plane rose from the ground at a 50° angle.

"Okay, this feels a lot weirder."

As they rose thousands of feet into the air, the feeling calmed down, and eventually Micah's heart rate slowed.

"Okay, that was weird," he chuckled, then he went into a deep sleep.

It had been a few hours and Peter was awake, although Micah was still sound asleep.

Seemed like everyone was asleep in this case—Asiris, Caville, but Xavier was in the next room ahead of him doing what Peter probably cared less about.

But then, he saw someone come by him, and it was a beautiful smell of lavender and honey.

That instantly scared him.

He found Vienne coming towards him while going to the other seat across from him.

Peter forgot there were even four seats in each section, and a table in the middle, but it mended with the ground so it wasn't removable.

"Hi, Peter," she smiled, as he nodded with a smile back.

"Hello, Vienne," Peter returned stiffly, due to his nervousness and sudden fear.

"Well, I have a little confession to make," she said, looking around the room suspiciously.

Peter could already tell that it wasn't going to be good.

"When I first saw you, you were just an innocent thirteen year old boy, but you were just so charming. You were so humble and nice unlike Xaiver."

"Interesting."

"But now, you're a warrior with such a brave heart, and you're better than ever. You're practically everything a girl wants."

Now, he was starting to cringe. He wasn't too big on the romance and the sweet-talk which disgusted him since he ever watched a romantic movie, which he hated entirely.

"Let me just say, I used to like you."

Suddenly, a feeling of hope sprung in Peter's heart. Did she actually not like him?

Was this perhaps a miracle?

"Now, I really like you," she said, which immediately sprung up in shock.

Now that his fears were true, this whole campaign was going to feel weird.

Really weird.

She walked away and then suddenly went into the first room, which literally exposed her whole plan.

But who cares about that now, the secret was already revealed.

But luckily it was a good thing that Micah didn't see, or unless things would've become worse.

So Peter slumped down into his chair, embarrassed and scared. He tried closing his eyes and opening, hoping it was just a dream or in this case, a nightmare.

But that wasn't so at all.

He didn't feel his eyes feeling dead, or his body feeling sour and weak.

Or if he was just in bed, and it was probably a lived dream, the ones you have once in life.

But, things didn't manage to be so—and now he was going to feel way weirder on this trip.

So much for luck.