A day passes as we are still over water in the flying city of Tretopolis; it still bothers me how a city so huge could hover at such a height. I stare out the window hoping to see more exotic animals and beasts, sadly nothing came by the window for the whole day. I sat at the window with my family (including Terity and Odd) eating some food that the I.P.L. keep bringing in bags, then a man in a white suit covered with wacky metal designs comes into the room. He has a belt with a lot of bags with stuff hanging out, like knives, needles, and colored bottles; he looked like a strange man who could kill you by touching you. He had a red cross on his right chest pocket with initials “I.P.L. Med.” sown on it. He walks towards us and then snaps on a medical mask.

“Which woman needs medical treatment.” He says as I slowly raise my hand to point at Aunt Calla who was breathing heavily while lying on the ground. He kneels down next to her and gently wakes her up which startled her a little. This man had such shiny blond hair like ive never seen, and had a ring in his ear that shined with the suns rays. He then grabs a wooden stick with a blue tip and sticks it in her mouth. A couple of seconds later the end of the stick turned purple then into a shady dark pink. He then takes the stick out of her mouth and puts it in a bag and stuffs it in his back pocket. He then grabs two little bottles from his right pocket, mixes them together until both clear liquids became a sizzling green slime.

“Drink this; make sure you get it all, even the last droplets.” The man says as Aunt Calla slowly drinks it and then squeezes her face into a sourpuss form.

“Take good care of her.” He says

“What’s wrong with her?” I say as I grab her hand.

“She has a illness that’s very severe, it make take a while before she gets all better, Il be back tomorrow morning to give her something else.” Before I say anything he gets up and walks out the door as it shuts tight. After Aunt Calla drinks the green slime, she looks around the room as if it were spinning, then she goes cross-eyed and falls back to sleep. I pat her head as I look around at the village, still doing what were best at, being polite and working hard. I turn around to see Clira next to the window looking out a window while rubbing her stump leg. I walk up next to her and sit down on my legs. She looks at me and then back out the window, she then looks down and looks interested. When I look down at the window I see what she sees, I see an island with a mountain with smoke coming from the top. It streams up to the city and gets next to the window blocking our view. I then sighed and wrapped my arm around Clira’s shoulder and pulled her to me. She rests her head on the left side of my shoulder and then says something in a small whisper.

“What will become of us? We’ll be still be nothing where were going Kodath? I don’t want to be afraid for my whole life.”

“Hey, you have nothing to be afraid as long as you’re with me.” As far as I know. I slip my hand into my aviator box to pull out the wooden figure that looks like our father; I poke Clira in the head to show her the figure. She looks up and her eyes widen a bit.

“So that’s where it went!” She grabs the figure and hugs it close to her.

“Your very creative with carving, how did you learn to be so good?” I ask.

“I’m just a fast learner.” I stare at it with such amazement, it looks exactly like him.

“How did you get it to look so much like him, you were very small when he disappeared?”

“I found a very old picture of him where he was just met mom, I just added age on him and, well, ta-da. Wish I kept the picture, but when things went really bad I just got so scared I didn’t think about grabbing it, I was carving this figure of him as it happened . . . what exactly happened Kodath?” A good question to ask to the person with the same question itself.

“I don’t know sis, but I think I do know who might of known what happened, but that’ll have to wait till Aunt Calla gets better.”

“Where are we going?”, said Clira.

“I don’t know, some royal city some lady told us, but it doesn’t matter where we go, were just slaves to these people, that’ll never change.”, said Kodath.

“Don’t think so easily Kodath.” 

What she said made me think, ironic, but it did, throughout the past couple of months I've been thinking to myself whats going on, asking myself some questions, all the easy stuff, I need to do some hard work, get out there and find that sweet jewel that people call answers.