Myka Jelina

'Friends'


Sighing, I got up, picked up my white backpack and walked out, followed by my older brother. I closed my eyes because of the sudden light of the bright sun. I wouldn't keep them closed for long, though, because of my excitement to see Zinonos city again...

What I saw when I opened them again seemed completely different from what I remembered. Only one single thing hadn't changed.

The city was floating.

That would probably seem weird to most people. Even I, who was born in Zinonos, sometimes found it weird. My grandfather told me that the members of the Grand Ecclesia made the city float....

'Looks like I'm gonna miss that party'


A placed my pencil down, right next to my notebook. Finally, homework done. I really hate exams, so many hours of studying. The worst part is that, I promised to my parents that I'd give my best at the second term, and I can't break that promise. I was taught to never break promises.

I sigh, and look out of my room's wide-opened window. It was Summer, outside it was burning hot. I wasn't used to it yet, even though I've been living in this planet for about two years now.

Yes, this planet. Planet Earth, as the people here call it.

After going to a school...

'No beggining, no end'


It's amazing how these dragons can travel through space so easily. Even though Sandilia is bare, she doesn't seem to be bothered at all by the cold. She's flying through the pitch black skies as if there was nothing wrong.

Me? I'm not bothered by the cold either, although my toes are starting to freeze little by little. The coat my brother gave me is effected by some kind of spell, it somehow protects you from the cold air of space, it makes you feel normal. There is no oxygen in space, but somehow, this coat helps you breathe. I've always wondered how it does that, actually......

Dim vales - and shadowy floods -
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane -
Again - again - again -
Every moment of the night -
Forever changing places -
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
About twelve by the moon-dial,
One more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down - still down - and down,
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be -
O'er...