A girl fell with a broad smile and the wind pressing against all of her. The cold harshness of the perceived gale carried a whistling howl with a barreling, intense pressure. Her wild and long hair flowed in messy strands. “Licorice and jewel,” Mai shouted.

  Two shining figures emerged next to her. The Starlight in diverse shades formed a being with stiff fur, the colors ranging from bright white to dark yellow. Jewel’s long, sleek body and three fluffy tails gave her the elegance of a fox.

  From the dark sky, a being with a sleek, mechanical body and patches of dark purple fur slowly emerged.

  Jewel, the creature that presented itself as a mock fox, flowed beside Mai on her left. On the right, Licorice had her face pointed toward the ground.

  As they fell, three sharp, winding, whirling roars pierced the already blaring, sound-filled air. Mai switched her attention to some dark green and grey approaching fighter jets. A loud warning came from the jets. "This is restricted air..." The warning cut off mid-wording. "It's a girl, not an aircraft. There's a thing beside her."

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  Licorice's left arm extended and her paw retracted, causing the metal to overtake and form a circular opening with metal shards that slowly opened, revealing a deep pink, forming bubble.

  Inside the aircraft, the pilot shook his left hand, which rested on the control stick with a red button on top. He pressed the big red button on top of the yoke. Missiles launched, creating streaks in the sky. Before the first set of missiles could connect, the other two aircraft released theirs.

  Once the first set of missiles connected, an enormous cloud and explosion rocked the sky. Other missiles did likewise. All the pilots held their breath. Once the debris and cloud had settled, three soft white bubbles hung in the air, their occupants looking down at the jets. Licorice's bubbles glided forward with the fur- and metal-covered creature holding out her arm with the small metal cannon, releasing a pink beam.

  A few months later,

  A bustling crowd passed by various shops. A cacophony of voices filled the small, bustling marketplace. Some of the people paid attention. Anyone who looked at the screen saw a teen girl with long brown hair and brown eyes staring back. The news reporters motioned toward Mai's picture. "The military police are asking if anyone has any information to come forward. They believe she may be in danger."