Sky : Journey To The Light

Chapter One

Sunset Sunrise

Five years had passed since the conversation between the Elder Leader and Marco. Geena and Marco had numerous arguments over what to name their child, but eventually settled on "Sky." Sky had grown into an amazing child, known for his kindness and gentle nature. As Sky reached the age of five, Marco decided to gift him a magical pet—a winged cat with a beautiful rainbow-colored coat. The cat's fur was soft and white, and Sky named it Mix, inspired by its colors. Once, when Marco questioned the name, Sky's bunny-like teeth became visible as they laughed.

One night, Mix made a decision to fly out of the window. Tipping its head as if inviting Sky to join, Sky softly pleaded, "Please don't go, Mix." Mix responded with a smile and soared upwards into the sky. He watched Mix from the window, gazing up at the vast moon above. A smile spread across Sky's face as he admired Mix joyfully circling through the air.

Sky's mother, Geena, worked as a teacher in a Magical School not far from their home. Geena was a tall woman with yellow wings, and she also had yellow hair.
On one occasion, when Sky turned 12 years old, she took him to a place called the Hidden Forest. The Hidden Forest was like a magical world of tall trees, reaching for the sky like giants. Geena and Sky ventured deeper, feeling small in its vastness. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a beautiful dance of light and shadows on the ground.

The forest came alive with glowing fireflies, but these were no ordinary bugs. They were winged people, emitting a soft, radiant glow. The candles they held painted everything in a warm, golden light.
Whispers filled the air as the winged beings gracefully flew, their wings fluttering and rustling the leaves. The forest carried a sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and the earthy smell of moss-covered trees.
Geena and Sky moved through the forest, their senses awakened. Sky couldn't help but be amazed at the winged people living among the trees. Their graceful movements and laughter, carried by the wind, captivated him with a sense of wonder. "Don't interact with them, honey. They can be quite mischievous," Geena warned. Sky looked up and caught a glimpse of people dwelling within the trees. "Do they live there?" Sky pointed inquisitively. Geena gently took Sky's hand and lowered it, saying, "Don't point, Sky. It's considered disrespectful." Sky asked, "Why?" but his mother did not reply. They continued their walk into the forest, with Geena carrying a floating fire in her hand. Sky wondered aloud, "Can I do that too?" Geena shook her head. They journeyed through the forest for about an hour, and Sky marveled at the sight of candles adorning every tree. As they progressed further, Sky noticed a person kneeling on a tree, seemingly worshipping it. As Sky stared longer, the person locked eyes with him and sternly said, "Stop staring, boy!" The person's ugly teeth became visible as he approached them. Geena swiftly shielded Sky behind her back. The person raised his hands, but with a swift motion, Geena blasted a gust of wind from her palm, sending the person tumbling backward. "Let's go before others arrive," Geena urged, and they quickly departed.

Their journey continued, and Sky's curiosity burned brightly, eager for what lay ahead. Excitement surged through him as he quickened his pace, his eyes widening with awe at the distant glow. Each step he took filled him with even more eagerness, as if he were approaching a hidden treasure.
As they drew nearer, the light grew stronger, guiding them towards a narrow entrance emerging from the shadows. Sky's heart fluttered with anticipation as they approached the entrance, his gaze captivated by the vibrant colors of yellow and pink flowers adorning the small gate.

Just before the entrance, nestled within a small hut, stood an old woman whose presence seemed rooted in the very essence of the Hidden Forest. Her wrinkled face, the wisps of silver hair, framed her face and down to her shoulders.
"Geena," the elderly woman said, her voice soft and filled with nostalgia. "Oh, it has been quite some time."
"Yes, it has," replied Geena, her smile warm and genuine. "How have you been, elder?"
"Still alive," she chuckled. "And where is Marco?"
"He's at home," answered Geena.
The elder's gaze shifted to Sky, her eyes widening with recognition. "Is this your child? Oh my, he looks alot like you. I remember when you first visited this place."
"Yes, he does," Geena acknowledged. "We must get going. It's wonderful to see you again."
With a nod of agreement, they entered through the gate.