"The Loyal and The Liar"

Aesop had successfully finished the four trials, and he had just flown up for the fifth time. To finally end the first field test, he flapped his wide brown and black wings, conditioning himself to fly, and he soared down towards Lia and the group.

Aesop liked the feeling of soaring in the field room because it resembled the outside world. The rocky mountains and the grassland with lots of thin, dry grasses seemed very real, even though these were just illusions caused by the green tiles and high tech laboratory projectors.

But there was someone more beautiful than the scenery he was admiring.

Lia Brentvale.

Her long, dark brown waist-long hair swayed with the artificial, warm wind. Under her messy bangs are her deep blue eyes that he loved to gaze at. She has rosy cheeks, which he likes to pinch playfully whenever he teases her.

Lia's his inspiration, his reason for living, and his special someone.