Nkarpovich

The Man flew. The Man flew high, above the clouds, alone in the sky. The Man flew high, amongst the birds, with friends in the sky. The man flew high, like the heroes of ages past and to come, remembering in the sky. The man flew high, and touched the stars. skipping above the sky. The Man flew. The man flew lower, past mighty mountains, their ridges framing the sky. The man flew lower, threading through towers that stabbed against the sky The man flew lower, floating over fields of flowering fruits, dancing with the sky. The man flew lower, till he could touch the ground with the tips of his fingers, barely in the sky. The man flew, till

Janus Merak hated people. He hated all their little quirks, their little annoyances. He hated trying to talk to them, and would rather be the man running the lights at a concert than the guy on stage. It irked him incredibly when others would disturb him during his work. And he detested public speaking and listening to others with a burning passion. Yet, somehow, Janus Merak had become a politician. And after becoming a politician, he had somehow become the Chancellor of the Circle, the highest ruling body on the planet Inasti, capital of the Langrith Empire. He supposed it was the power, the sense that his choices had weight, that balanced o

The next morning, Lucius awoke in the small room he had acquired in a nondescript inn in the countryside. Donning the new clothes he had also acquired, he went downstairs into the inn's smoky, dimly lit, main hall. walking up to the innkeeper, he asked for a small meal, a mug of ale, and for the innkeeper to keep the room vacant for him, while handing over a small pouch of coin. After eating, he left the inn, and mounted a nearby horse, returning to the Kingdom's capital city. An hour or two later, as he rode through the city's gate he saw a poster with an crudely drawn image of himself with the words "WANTED! dead or alive! reward: 50,000 s

The Man flew. The Man flew high, above the clouds, alone in the sky. The Man flew high, amongst the birds, with friends in the sky. The man flew high, like the heroes of ages past and to come, remembering in the sky. The man flew high, and touched the stars. skipping above the sky. The Man flew. The man flew lower, past mighty mountains, their ridges framing the sky. The man flew lower, threading through towers that stabbed against the sky The man flew lower, floating over fields of flowering fruits, dancing with the sky. The man flew lower, till he could touch the ground with the tips of his fingers, barely in the sky. The man flew, till

Avina let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair as she stood on the bridge of her ark, The Bastion, and turned, nodding her head at her helmsman to bring the Bastion to the surface. The helmsman nodded, and pressed a button on his console, then slowly nudged a lever upward. With each tick the lever passed, the Bastion’s engines became louder, and with a low groan, she began to move upward from the oceans floor. Avina looked out a nearby porthole, and watched as the water outside slowly grew lighter with each passing moment. She watched as a large tuna swam past, then her eyes widened as the Bastion rose into a large swarm of bright