Author's Note: Thank you for reviewing, and bothering to read my first chapter. And reminding me of the word "McShizzle". Also, something I forgot to mention, each chapter will have a different point of view. I'll put the name of whomever's it is in the bold italics author's note type at the top. The last one was Nico. This one is
LEO
"Wheeee!" Calypso shrieked as the pair dove in and out of the clouds. Leo smiled and pulled Festus up again. He saw land lurking ominously in the distance. He turned his head around.
"Thank you flying Valdez air, helping you get there because we care. We shall be making a stop shortly in the nearest place that newspapers and pastries. We will then make a connecting flight to Long Island, and finally, wherever pleases our VIP guest" he said in his best air-host voice. Calypso looked puzzled.
"What?" she asked.
"I'll explain later." He dipped towards the harbor of the city they were coming to. They flew past a statue of a giant stone man with his arms held out to the side in the middle of an island. They landed in a parking space on a busy street. Nobody noticed the large bronze dragon with two strange-looking teenagers in the middle of a downtown area. Mist, mist wonderful mist, O how do I love thee? Calypso furrowed her eyebrows and turned around several times, taking in the all of the differences from when she had last seen earth to now. Leo led her into a café. "Okay, I think you will like," he stopped, and put his hand to his chin like a Bond villain contemplating his scheme, "corn muffins."
He walked over to the counter and ordered. Miraculously, he had a few dollars in his pocket. As he passed them to the serer, the light green turned into a deep orange, and a rectangle at the bottom read, "Reais". Roses are red, violets are blue, I love the Mist, and does it love me too? He picked up a discarded newspaper from a seat, and sat down across from Calypso. He looked at the paper's date. "O Dia, Rio de Janerio. De Septembro de 2, 2010" was the date at the top.
"Yes!" Leo exclaimed. "It has not been one thousand years! They'll be alive!" Calypso looked up at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I didn't know how long I was dead-"
"You were dead?"
"Yes. Anyway, I thought it might have been like, thirty gazillion years. It was a few days. Now, to explain modern life. Pay attention, it's confusing."
He talked about everything from Winston Churchill to cat memes, which took about four hours. Once finished, they boarded Festus and flew into the sky. They tried to fly roughly parallel to the American/South American continents, and were in nearing the east coast very, very quickly. Suddenly, a piece of golden plating flew of Festus's side. Then another. A third. "Uhh, Leo, please tell me this is meant to happen." Said Calypso nervously. His eyes darted around. He figured with all of the preparations he had made over the past few weeks, he had forgotten nearly the most important thing. To stick the magic mechanical dragon together tight enough. He needed to figure out a way to keep the plating together.
Ding, lightbulb. He rubbed his hands together, and they burst into flames. Calypso backed up an inch or two. He started trying to melt the mettle together, just to keep them airborne for two more minutes. To some extent, it worked. Except for one small fact. They were tumbling out of the sky towards a familiar looking beach.
"Hang on!" he yelled above the roar of the wind, and he prepared for impact. They hit the sand. Well thank you Physician's Cure. You bought me about ten extra hours of life, thanks. Before he blacked out, he saw a worried, surprised, pale face looming several feet above him. He also thought he saw an alpaca, but he thought that was probably just his dying optic nerve going crazy.