The year was 1907 in the state of Tennessee. The bright sun begins to slowly fall from the sky. The evening light shines down upon a small farm land. The warm summer winds blow through the fields of tall standing wheat. There were sounds of the chirps of birds and the clucking of chickens in pens beside a large red painted barn.
Inside this big red farm house was a young ten year old boy with golden blond hair wearing a white shirt and bib over trousers using pitch fork and stabs it into a pile of yellow hay. The boy lifts it off the ground and brings it toward the pens. He then throws it in.
"There you go, Eve!" he said to the big black and white cow inside the pen.
The cow came up to the small pile of hey and began to feast on the thin golden strands. The cow then gave a moo to the boy. The boy just chuckled in response.
"You're welcome, girl." He said reaching in and petting the back of cow.
"Agdar!"
The boy looks toward the farm door.
"Coming pa!" he said as he ran toward the farm doors.
The boy came outside the barn. He looked to see his father carrying two containers of water.
"Come on, boy." He said as he set the two containers up on the back of his truck.
"Go and wait in the truck and I have to get the rest of the milk containers."
He turned and walk back to the barn.
Agdar walked up to the other side of the truck. He sat down and laid back against the seat, waiting for his dad to return. Farming has always been in Agdar's family. Agdar had helped his father with chores. Milking cows and selling their milk to markets, driving through the fields of wheat on their ford tractor and herding their cattle.
Yet Agdar never did look to be a farmer like his father. He always had a bigger dream in mind. As the boy continued to wait the cry of an eagle then caught his ear. Spencer looked up at the clear blue sky. He gazed up a the sky and saw a large brown feathered eagle flying high above him.
Agdar watched in amazement. The large brown bird souring through the air, it's two wings spread out and flapping down and up before stopping for a period of time. He saw the eagle fly to the trees in the far distance ad then land on a high branch. It's two magnificent wings folded onto it's back.
Agdar always imagined what it would be like to be like the eagle. To be lifted off the ground by his two wings and fly through the air. To be free. But it was just a child's dream that couldn't be granted. At least, not yet.
Spencer set back in his seat. His dream of flying was flying fresh on his young mind. Just then, his father came from the barn carrying two pails of milk. He came up to the back of the truck. He then passed around the truck and sat down in the drivers seat.
"Hey pa?" asked the boy looking to the man.
"Yeah?" he asked looking to his son.
"How you ever thought that you could fly?" he asked curiously.
The man just chuckled.
"No I haven't son." he said.
"Do you think we'll ever be able too?" The boy asked curiously.
"Maybe." said his father.
"The world is full of dreams, boy. We all have our own and hope that they all come true."
"Do you think mine will?" asked Agdar.
His father gave a smile. He rubbed the top of his sons head, messing up his light brown hair.
"Maybe someday." he said.
The man then started the engine of the truck. He pressed down on the gas peddle. He then began to drive down the path. Spencer looked ahead at the eagle just before his father made a turn. His fathers words pondered within his mind. His dream of flight was his one true desire and he he hoped that one day, it would come true.
Thirty five years had past since that day. The year was 1941 and the world was at war for the second time. High above the sky's of a base in new Jersey, five fighter planes pilots took flight above the base. The plane leading them was piloted by Adgar. It was from his family farm that Adgar had joined the military at the age of twenty to become a pilot. He served in the First World War and has become a skilled instructor for the young pilots. He also became a married man to a women named Idun and had two little girls, Elsa and Anna. The planes then landed down on the run way. They stopped in front of the hanger bay. Adgar removed his radio speaker from his head and opened up the canopy. He climbed out of his plane and jumped down to the ground. He looked to see the other four pilots, Flynn, Hiccup and Nod.
"Good flying boys." He said to them.
But he then noticed two of his other pilots were missing.
"Where's Jack and Kristoff?"
"Still training, sir." said Hiccup.
"Still training?" asked Adgar, knowing that they were suppose to stay along with the group.
Just then, a fighter plane circled around from the far side of the base. The four pilots turned to see the green painted aircraft flying toward the other side. Adgar gave a brief sigh.
"Jack." He said knowing very well who was piloting that aircraft.
There then came the sound of another planes engine coming from the opposite direction. They turned to look and they saw another plane coming toward the other. The two planes were flying straight toward each other. When they came close to flew to the side, tipping their planes to the where wing was aiming up at the sky. They then flew past each other. A gust of wind swept Adgar and the other four pilots. While the other three cheered for the event, he stood with a look of disappointment.
Jack was Adgar's most incompetent pilot in his brigade. He was the son of his friend William Overland, who had died in a training accident. Jack and Kristoff were sometimes using flight for their personal enjoyment rather then taking it seriously.
"That was some smooth aces," Completed Hiccup.
Adgar looked to him, making Hiccup nervous.
"But a very unacceptable use of military aircraft." He then said.
"Don't be expecting to fly anytime soon." Adgar said to him and the other four.
"Those two fly boys are grounded."
"Understood, sir. said Hiccup nodding his head.
"Good, your all dismissed." he said.
"Yes sir!" The four pilots said.
The three young men then saluted Spencer and began to walked away from their experienced instructor.
(In remembrance to the tragic events that took place on the seventh say of December. I really hope you enjoyed, please comment and review)