Post by sol101 on Jul 11, 2022 15:42:07 GMT -5
Dear Agent,
Before my father died he told me about the sky, the real sky. He said a person didn’t know freedom until they felt the warmth of the sun on their face. They were lying to us, and someday, it would be my job to reveal it to the world.
Mom warned me not to tell the others at school about anything Dad said. That kind of talk was dangerous. I wasn’t quite sure what to think about all of it. I was five after all. My father was trustworthy and never steered me wrong. But how could the fresh scent of wild flowers, the feeling of wet earth beneath your toes or the biting of the wind be an illusion? It didn’t make any sense. At least, not until I grew my wings.
Everyone is born with a unique ability but not all of them are created equally. My father aged at a very slow pace. My mother’s ability seemed to be to worry. She said I could get lost or hurt when flying and there would be nothing she could do about it. I didn’t blame her, not after what happened to Dad.
Every day after school I would practice. I would fly higher and higher until one day our suburb was just a tiny speck below. And then I touched it, the ceiling of the world. A vast hexagonal plane of blue and white tiles that stretched out across the horizon. They were as solid as the ground and nearly froze my fingers at the touch.
I love my mom, but it wasn’t right to keep everyone imprisoned here. I wondered how many others like me never thought to question the sky. The world deserved to feel the sun. I was going to find a way out no matter how far I had to fly. You can’t cage a dragon after all.
“A Tiled Sky” is a fantasy young adult novel that is a work in progress. It follows fourteen year old Samantha on her quest to find out what happened to her father. The truth will reveal a grand conspiracy that will shake the foundations of the world.
Before my father died he told me about the sky, the real sky. He said a person didn’t know freedom until they felt the warmth of the sun on their face. They were lying to us, and someday, it would be my job to reveal it to the world.
Mom warned me not to tell the others at school about anything Dad said. That kind of talk was dangerous. I wasn’t quite sure what to think about all of it. I was five after all. My father was trustworthy and never steered me wrong. But how could the fresh scent of wild flowers, the feeling of wet earth beneath your toes or the biting of the wind be an illusion? It didn’t make any sense. At least, not until I grew my wings.
Everyone is born with a unique ability but not all of them are created equally. My father aged at a very slow pace. My mother’s ability seemed to be to worry. She said I could get lost or hurt when flying and there would be nothing she could do about it. I didn’t blame her, not after what happened to Dad.
Every day after school I would practice. I would fly higher and higher until one day our suburb was just a tiny speck below. And then I touched it, the ceiling of the world. A vast hexagonal plane of blue and white tiles that stretched out across the horizon. They were as solid as the ground and nearly froze my fingers at the touch.
I love my mom, but it wasn’t right to keep everyone imprisoned here. I wondered how many others like me never thought to question the sky. The world deserved to feel the sun. I was going to find a way out no matter how far I had to fly. You can’t cage a dragon after all.
“A Tiled Sky” is a fantasy young adult novel that is a work in progress. It follows fourteen year old Samantha on her quest to find out what happened to her father. The truth will reveal a grand conspiracy that will shake the foundations of the world.
