There was no place like it. As small as it was, it was too beautiful to say away from. I always went there when I needed time to think. It was a place that no one else really knew of, only myself and my giant bird. Another thing I also did that most people didn't do, call my Loftwing a giant bird, even though that IS what a Loftwing was. ..Oh well.

The clouds flowed throught he trees so easily, bragging about their given freedom. The one and only hill perked just a tad higher than the tallest of the pine trees, dropping a massive, somewhat glowing waterfall, which gracefully filled a small pond. I wasn't sure how this worked, to be honest. This islad was floating in the middle of the sky, how the was could stay at perfect flow without running out, or overflowing. Oh wait, I remember, none of this was real.

It's not that hard to explain actually. Long ago, there was this man named, well simply, Jayden. Now, he wasn't the type to keep things normal when everybody was freaking about the world exploding. so, with the boost in technolagy that we had at the age, he left the so called planet "Earth" And created a new, mechanical word. Where I Live To This Day.

This world wasn't really great. Sure, some things were nice, but it was hard to do things. This "world" Is basically a huge room, powerd by the sun, created by the devil. Anyone willing to trap a human race in a giant box, in my eyes, was evil.

The ground was metal, the grass was fake, the "ocean" taisted of metal and mold, and i have heard that if you dig just far enough into the sand, you will hit..oh whats the word..metal. Fun huh? The light in the room was from a very big, horrible spotlight, and the walls that consisted of huge screens that played the weather and the time of day. That meant that if the day was bright and sunny, the screen would be a pretty blue sky with little couds and fake birds flying and chirping. If it was night, the sky was clear and lit with fake stars. Everything was fake exept for the circle of life, if that could even happen anymore. It was a shame that you couldn't look into the sky and see the real thing...it was a disgrace. If you looked up, you would see gears and clockwork that shifted everything in the world, from the rivers to the amount of fog that was known to be the coulds.

Cars were replaced with Loftwings, the 'Giant Birds' that fly us from place to place. What A Joke. I had to admit though, the damp air speeding though my hair was quite nice; but there was still that limit. I wished every day to someday be able to limetlessly fly through the air, realy wind rushing my hair, the smell of an actual ocean breeze; but I could only imagine.

The fog was surrounding me horribly, something wasn't woring right with the upstairs controll booth, too much fog. I should have complained, but i didn't, I slowly stood from my place among the island and staired down at the mechanical town.

You see, this village wasn't exactly big. With my studies from books of the past, this fake island was as big as a small town on the side of what they called a "highway", which I gather was something like what this village had, dirt paths to get around.

My Loftwing looked at me through his big, golden eyes, I couldn't tell by his beak, but he was sure smiling. His long, majestic wings readied to carry me through the sky, his deep red feathers streatching out from his small nap just a few seconds ago.

I threw myself onto his back, and with a grunt and a swift kick to the sides, He flew down. The air rustled through my light clothing and my dark hair. A smile grew to my lips as I fantisized of the real wind blowing through my hair, a gust of fresh air, just once, please.

"Someday." Slipped from my mouth as I flew, closing my eyes. The dream was over before I could fathom and my Loftwing had landed me very steadily onto the floor, a cling of metal from his large tallons. He crowed and jumped back into the air, leaving me to my thoughts and the people around me. I could hear the water toppeling over itself carelessly onto the sand. It sang my name softly and I smiled. (it didn't really say my name..but I felt it did). When no one was around, I would speak to the water..or to myself, I didn't really know, I had no one else really to talk to. Everyone was so paranoied about seemingly everything that walked. I was the only normal human being left, and I sometimes felt as if I was going to make a difference someday.

I padded over to the shore, dropping to the sand. My fingers threaded through the grains of sand as the blue fake sky faded away, the stars coming out. So pathetic, it made me chuckle softly. I pulled off my shoes and threw them aside, along with my socks, digging my feet into the sand. I smiled and pulled my legs to my chest, wrapping my arms lazily around them as i staired into the water.

"You know.." I started, tilting my head up to the gears, my adams apple sticking from its place in my neck. I could feel it bobbing whail I talked. "Sometimes I wonder, Why am I so Different?" Some would think I was insain for speaking to myself, but what they didn't know was that talking was so calming. I could say anything to myself and just getting out was nice, and I didn't have to care about dealing with someones trust. That was the last thing I needed, the whole town knowing about my dream to get to this legend of Earth. I would often read about men who tryed to break free, but they failed.

'It is impossible, there is no way out." One of the men described. "We are trapped forever, thanks to Jayden."

It did not lower my hope of getting out. I was so far into my reasurch, I was not going to back out now. Hell, I even eaves dropped on two men inside the work tower. They spoke something of a room under the village, where a ship was being constructed. I wonderd what a ship was, and with my need for escape, I figured out. A Ship was like a metal version of a Loftwing, It was a vehical. Whatever that was, I needed to learn how to use It. That was what I was currently studying.

I watched as the gears turned, and sometimes I would see them studder in their path, and nothing would change. So That meant that they could be stopped, what would happen then? Sand stuck into parts of my hair as i layed back, just stairing at the gears turn. It was all so natural to everyone else, but to myself, it was a mystery. Who was controlling all of this? I knew about the workers that fixed and changed the paths of gears, but who exactly was watching over us? There had to be someone, right? My eyes closed and I thought deeper. So many questions that needed to be answerd, but they would be someday. All questions eventually were answerd.

The lull of sleep tugged at me, and with a teadious attempt as refusing, I failed and let it pull me under. My dreams amused me and I was at peace for the first time all day, no worries, no questions untill I would awake. Bliss.