(This is just a reminder that ALL POVs have to be in third person and past tense. No exceptions.) Your POV can start either at the airplane graveyard or your house. The military base is kept secret at the moment, but if you want a description of it, it's basically like a giant, medieval castle.
You’re going to be a war hero.
Everley wasn’t quite sure this was true.
From the age of twelve, she started winning math awards. They were certificates with ink. Perhaps they had greater meaning than what they appeared, though, when it came down to the truth, certificates were nothing but high school credits and confidence boosters.
They were for contests, not tests. In contests, losing meant no change.
In tests, losing meant bad change.
In her diluted mind, Everley was under the impression that being a Magician was somehow a test the universe set up for her.
Either that or the universe really hated her.
She had heard stories about Magicians. In those tales, the main character would have a power like healing or super speed. They would rescue people from danger, and commit their lives to universal peace. There were two problems with the utopia storytellers created. One: Everley wasn’t a pacifist, and had no belief in universal peace. Two: Her powers were lie detection and fear transfer. Reason number two were two things that caused only havoc.
So she sat. She leaned forward, her elbows on her suitcase, her head in her hands. She had everything in that suitcase, but it felt like everything was being taken away from her. And it was. Only, this time, she was going with.
Hey, maybe I’ll get to meet some new friends and socialize in the ranks of an army, just like mother said!
“Ev, you got everything?”
Everley turned her head and spotted her mother, arms on her hips, standing in her doorway. “Yeah, I’m ready to go.”
Everley wasn’t aware helicopters were legally allowed to land in the empty parking lot across the street, though, apparently, they were.
Ooh, a fancy private jet.
The helicopter was white, marked with azure italic handwriting. The letters seemed scrambled, as if she couldn’t read. A woman in a dark blue suit greeted her and her mother. She gave them legal papers- things Everley didn’t get a say in.
A couple of minutes later, the blue suit woman patted Everley on the back, smiling at her. “Good luck, kiddo.”
You too, adult-o.
She hugged her mother goodbye, promising to be back in the summer. The woman led her out- towards the helicopter.
The flying transportation machine was nothing impressive, though it was Everley’s first time riding on a helicopter.
“Don’t worry, hon,” the blue lady said, patting her head as she stepped onto the mini airplane. “This is just your transport to the airport.”
“Ooh, so I have you as my escort?”
She didn’t mean to say that out loud.
Clueless blue lady smiled again. “Think of me as a friend.”
“Sure! Let’s get to know each other better, then.”
Everley knew she probably shouldn’t play games with a military official, though she did anyway for the sake of it.
Blue’s Clues raised her eyebrows anxiously, sucking in breath, but smiling. She climbed onto the other seat, hopping on beside her. The pilot started the engine- or whatever the equivalent of an engine was in a helicopter- and they flew.
This was not the airport.
It appeared as a mansion from the outside.
On the inside, there was a gathering. There were other kids. There was also an expensive looking jet, all heading to Yukon.
“Welcome to the airport,” Blue’s Clues said, unlocking doors once they landed.
“Wow, looks like an airplane graveyard!”
The lady dressed into her confusing yet concerned suit, but quickly changed it into a happy, clueless, face. She led Everley down the stairs of the helipad. They came to a room with squeaky clean white couches and glass tea tables and luxury televisions.
If only the world government used this money for reasonable purposes. Wouldn’t that be a miracle?
There they were- other kids. New recruits from all over the world. They stood there, perhaps jeopardized by their new lifestyle and whatever was to come.