SINDY "I've told you time and time again, Sindaria. This is exactly the boy we need for the job. I know that you have never traveled that far back before, but your body is the only one the Transporting Instant Molecular Exacter can work with. Your force field powers allow you to handle the heavy suppression from one time to another. We don't just want you to find this boy. We need you to find him, or the Last Tree will die out, then what would we have? Nothing but death and sadness! Drixia will fall! Do you want that?" "I just don't wanna go to stupid 2008! That time is max tura!" "Sindaria, don't talk to me like I'm one of your little girl friends. I don't care if 2008 is 'max tura' or not. We need Aiden Grant to help us keep the Last Tree up and you will go see him, is that understood?" "But!" "Dismissed!" "RRRR!" Sindaria threw her hands in the air and smacked them down on the side of her hips in anger, the usual gesture of frustration as she glared up at Elder Rogentan sitting behind his long, sleek desk of titanium and gold. His gray air was slicked back with Ultra-Gel to keep from falling in front of his eyes. It made him look unprofessional, but there was no way that he could possibly do that. he was the Elder, meaning that he handled all of the things involving the Life Tree. The stupid Life Tree! The reason Sindaria had to go to stupid 2008 and find that boy! Oh! It was max tura! Sindaria shot Elder Rogentan another glare which he dismissed with a wave went meant she was supposed to leave. She growled under her breath, pulling her body away from his gaze and stomping out of the Plat Office, hot pink hair swinging behind her. She was wearing her all white form fitted uniform, pink lines sliding around her hips, legs, and the sides of her arm. It matched the brillant pink of her hair and also her face. Her purple eyes lowered in anger and she continued her stomping, all the way outside to the large, orange world of Drixia. The first things she saw was the Last Tree, it's aura giving off a pleasant, melodious hum. Above it were the orange rinks which sapped the life from the Last Tree, feeding a nontoxic power in the air that ran all of the electronics and technology, in turn, getting sapped back into the Last tree to repeat the process. "This tree is max tura,"she mumbled, saying nothing as she walked over tot he building that held the T.I.M.E. Whether she liked it or not, she was going to 2008.