East Zion Park was full this summer morning. Children playing on swings, jungle gyms and slides were accompanied by smiling parents. "One chocolate cone with sprinkles, please!" a young boy pleaded to the ice cream truck man. With wide eyes he watched as the snack was assembled. Mouth open, which was missing a front tooth. After scanning her watch to pay, the mother handed the ice cream to her son, who licked his lips in excitement. However, the boy's attention was drawn elsewhere.

A red Reign DR 2045 with glowing flames painted along the side revved it's electric motor. The boy looked in awe, only able to form the word, "Cooool." At the helm of the covertable hot rod, Bron's blonde hair danced in the wind. With one hand he held the wheel, the other tilted down the shades from his eyes. The smiling Symbiolic winked at the young boy, then drove off.

After passing a green sign that said, "Zion City Lake 1 mile," Ellia turned towards her mentor from the only passenger seat. The pixie wore a purple tank top and white shorts, with her wings rested down her back. "You live on the lake?" she asked. "Yep. That's where your training's gonna start." The hot rod took a right turn onto a large drawbridge, overlooking the beautiful lake view. Swimmers, boats, jet skis, and more occupied the sparkling water. With equally sparkling eyes, Ellia stood from her seat and lifted her hands. "THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!"

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Now inside her mentor's home, the pixie observed the decor. Soft furniture mostly in shades of red filled the livingroom, matching two of the walls. The kitchen was small and blended with the diningroom, but had modern, sleek appliances. Ellia creaked open a door and found the spare bedroom, quaint but nice. Two purple, luggage bags bounced on top of the fresh bed, and she returned to the livingroom to find her mentor.

Bron stretched out his muscular limbs and relaxed in a recliner with a TV remote in hand. Expecting him to say something, the pixie hesitated to ask, "Uh...aren't we supposed to start training?" "Sure," he replied with a smile, "There's some targets I put up in the backyard. You can start shooting some arrows or do the workout routine I wrote on a sticky note. It's on the fridge." Ellia raised one brow and seemed a little disappointed. "You're not gonna watch me do it?" "And miss the season finale of DemoniCo? Nah, you know what to do."

Surprised, the pixie swiped the note off the fridge and stopped half way out the back door. "Are there any house rules?" Bron scratched his hairless chin. "Hmm...Don't make a mess? That's all I got." Having been given total freedom, Ellia stepped outside to the backyard. The white fenced-in land featured sandy covered grass, overviewing the lake. The pixie then turned her focus to the scribbled workout routine. "Running? Five miles!?" After scanning the rest of the note, she peeked over her shoulder to find her mentor not paying attention. Quickly balling the paper up, she tossed it to the side and said, "Why run when I can fly?"

The pixie takes to the blue sky, graceful and swift. Her four wings leave a trail of golden glitter, gently floating down to the lake sand below. With bow and arrow in hands she aims at the red and white targets. "Bullseye!" The second target gets struck perfectly in the center like the first. Now Ellia flies down, head first, while pulling back another shot. The arrow launches, followed by another, and another. After spinning in two full rotations, the pixie fires her last projectile.

Blue sky changes to dusk, and the target is struck for what must be the two-hundredth time. Ellia now sits on the rooftop, effortlessly aiming down her bow with a bored look on her face. "Bullseye..." She lays on her back, staring up the starless night. What's the point of being great if no one's watching? Suddenly, muffled laughter of several people is heard underneath, and the pixie floats down to the sandy yard.

Upon opening the backdoor, Ellia finds a small party with bass boosted music and awful dancers inside. Unable to see over the taller people, she flies above and spots Bron in the kitchen. "Hmm." Two girls in bikinis stand next to the shirtless mentor, taking turns saying, "You saved my life last week, Bron." "You're so hot!" Before he can even say a word, Ellia plants her feet on the countertop and hands on her hips. "What's going on here?" "Party, thought that was obvious. Hey, can you go to the store and buy some chips?" "Huh!?"

Bron takes his apprentice's arm from her hip and places a card in her hand. "Three bags. Whatever you want." "I'm not an errand girl!" Ellia shouts in frustration. Leaning closer, the mentor quietly says, "But you can fly over traffic. Plus...I'm kinda busy here. Come oooonnnn, please?" After giving him a seething look, the pixie grunts. "Ugh, fine." Once more she floats over the party guests. Closing the front door behind her, she lifts her right arm to inspect her watch. Her finger swipes through the contacts, spotting a familiar red headed girl.