Air Force: Ruler of the Skies
"Come on! Get up!"
I was standing on my porch. My silver quills blowing in the summer air. My ears perked up to the sound of a plane flying by. I looked up at the red and orange sky and watched it fly out of sight. I crossed my arms and looked out to the mountains with my golden eyes.
"We're in this together."
I closed my eyes and shuck my head. My porch was made of wood with a few chairs on it. My door was white with a golden framing for the window. My ears went forward and I sighed deeply.
"Come on, man! Don't let us down!"
The same memories of my younger years kept returning to me. They were memories of my old job. That and my best friend. I chuckled at the thought of him.
"Stay focused and keep your eyes on the skies."
"Uncle, Silver?"
I turned my head slightly to be met with my nephew. He was 11 years of age and was growing very fast. He reached a little bit past my waist. I looked down at him as he looked up at the skies.
"Can you take me up again?" he asked me. I smiled and nodded. He smiled at me and ran inside. He was a purple hedgehog with blue bangs. His quills went upward and downward. He came back outside with a necklace around his neck.
"Alright. I got what I need." He smiled at me. That was his father's necklace. It was a gift to the kid's mom when she was around. I took him in after what had happened.
"Nah. I don't want my boy doing what we're doing. I don't want to recieve a letter saying I lost him."
"What was dad's favorite plane?" he asked me randomly. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. It's been years since he's asked about his father.
"Well...that's hard to say. He loved to fly them all." I said shrugging. It was true. His old man ruled the skies when he was alive.
"Don't look back keep your eyes on track."
"Is there a chance I could be a flier like him, uncle Silver?"
I smiled and nodded. He smiled back and looked out to the beautiful mountain view. He looked up at me and said, "Mind telling me how you and dad met? How you guys decided on this job?"
I sighed and looked at the ground. I really didn't want to talk about this. But he was corious and of course being a kid and all. He would sooner or later ask me that.
"Well what do you want to know exactly?" I asked. We started to walk off my porch and head to the hanger out back. The hanger was where they kept the planes for use.
"Everything." He said with a wide smile. I nodded and began to gather my thoughts. Where to start was the true question. I guess starting at when it all began was best.
"Well....it was 10 years ago...." So my past story was now being told. Mine and his father's.