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Chapter one
Beyond Her Heart











Her arms fall gently on my shoulders. Her blood red hair smoothly flows down her back. I do not know who this girl is, but her touch is sensitive and warm. My eyes are glued to her, they feel like they‘re at the right place. I enjoy this feeling, this feeling of the home I never saw.


She slowly lifts her head. Her left eye is covered in a bright, white bandage. The right eye is a dull grey, something I‘ve never seen before. Has she been hurt? Does she still have that eye? As I question what is happening she barely opens her mouth to speak.


I cannot hear the words that leave her mouth, they are as silent as the world around me. Her only visible eye looks sad, listless. It’s like she’s looking through me. Is she interested in me? If she wasn’t, why is her arms around me?


The previously dark area around my feet open up in a spiral of light. I see that the white clouds encase me, as the clear ocean below me holds me up. I look below to see the bottom ocean ridges and cliffs, their beauty stuns me. Where am I? This question repeats in my mind as I look up to the girl. Her eye is still piercing, I feel eyes feel obscenely heavy, my eyes cannot rest on hers.

I find myself falling through the thin level of water I was standing on. My head lifts slowly to see the girl is looking down, the clouds stay still behind her head. She forms a devious smile, does she enjoy this surreal moment?

I’m not given time to think, she is already out of my sight. The water that I fall into is frigid, I feel lonely as I sink deeper into it’s endless depths. I close my eyes, hoping to free my self from this moment’s grip.


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I come to with a thud. I lay facedown on the hard wood floor, just the way I always like to wake up. “Lazy boy, get up!” a familiar voice bellows behind me. I groggily turn around and sigh to see it’s my grandfather, my boss. “We received a special job, get dressed.” His voice sounds serious, this worries me some.

I really shouldn’t be surprised of this rude awakening, seeing how I’m a courier. When I stop and ponder why I work, my love for the sky is the only thing keeping me working. To feel the rush of wind pass by you, or to fly around at high speeds is enjoyable, and surprisingly relaxing. The nave I fly soars so smooth in the air that I feel as natural as the cloud and birds are to the sky.

My grandfather knows how I feel, he too was a nave pilot, but he fought in the last great war. He knows the pains and triumphs of war. The war helped the nation to become a world power, which brought a certain degree of comfort to me.

I pushed myself off the floor to take a look around. He’s gone, so he must’ve already headed for the office room. I turn my head slowly to the left, I was staring at my mirror again. This has somewhat become a early morning tradition for me.

I could see a tired, black haired boy. His dull green eyes and messy hair are all to present. His only clothing is a clean pair of boxes. Then, reality hits me like a hammer, I really do look bad in the morning.

I stumble to feet. I drunkenly make my way to the door that’s still open. My eyes scan the room. The glorious sunlight is pouring in from the window, the light shines on every little speck of dust in the air. It reflects off every small piece of metal, which is annoying as it blinds me.


“You up lazy boy?” I make my way to his office as he projects his voice. Something’s different, his voice is more hollow than normal. That can only mean one thing, something serious.

I casually entered the cluttered office of the Aero Courier Service. Now when I say cluttered, I mean cluttered. Several full file cabinets store my extensive, and may I say excessive, flight records. All the years of me flying courier jobs stuffed in a single room.

My grandfather lifts his head to give me a serious look. His face winkles up, that’s a bad sign. I suddenly notice his hand on a single white envelope with a red seal, the king’s seal.


“What the hell is that?” I muttered, still waking up.

“It’s a mission, from the king himself.” He spoke so softly, this wasn’t my grandfather I knew. The grandfather I knew was the proud fighter pilot, Captain Arvel Costello. “I’ve read over it and.” He paused, this future bothered me. “No, we’ll pass this time.”


“No way!” I blurted out. If it was something from the king, we had an obligation to serve our country.


“It’s too dangerous, I wont let you get killed out there.”