Author's Note: Hello, welcome in this Sky: CotL story! Here you will discover many things, read weird and sometimes sad events or new adventures... Who knows! But first! A thing: when you start reading, do it calmly. Don't feel pressured about continuing the story. Take breaks when you want, continue when you have time, read until you want to. Thank you, have a nice reading <3 -Leaf, Author.
"There was a village back then, in the huge world of Sky. Or rather, it still exists; it is also very inhabited and welcoming, if I can afford to express my opinion.
That village, in the past, seemed like a paradise. It was a wonderful place, the only way to go through all seven realms one after another. It was the beginning of an adventure, of a journey which demonstrated the value of the locals.
At the age of thirteen, boys and girls from all over the world took courage, reached there and then went towards the first stage, called Isle of Dawn.
Certainly, there were those who preferred not to. The faint of heart, perhaps; or the more introverted; or even those who didn't feel like escaping from the nest. It was and is normal, there is nothing to hate in it. Am I not right? Mhmhh!".
When my mother said these precise words to me I was six years old. I remember well that scene, I see it before my eyes as a vision or similar. She was kneeling before me on the grass of our village. She wore her favorite tunic, a long, long-sleeved yellow and orange dress; on her shoulders she had a cloak burgundy on the outside and bronze-tinged on the inside, and it was very, very pretty! Her alice blue hair were tied up in a slightly messy braid, which hid her black and gold earrings. She had a sweet look, she tried to explain to me how the world we all live in worked and still works!
I was a very curious and enthusiastic little Child - well, I still am -, so I didn't hesitate to beg her to let me start that trip in advance.
Errr... It didn't work. She told me to be patient, that at the stroke of my thirteen years I would have left. Now I'm twelve! I can't wait for my birthday!
Oh, I almost forgot! My name is
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«Sentinekka! What are you doing?». The girl, sitting on a stone in the middle of a lake on which boats and white paper swans float, writes in her notebook with a concentrated look.
She hears her name and whirls around. It's her best friend, Symphony, a fifteen-year-old whose parents prevent her from leaving the village to protect her from "external dangers".
She has long straight hair, a flute on her back in a silver case, and is wearing a beige and yellowish dress covered by a jacket of the same colors.
Her light step approaches the water, skims it and stops. Symphony hates getting her feet wet in icy blue gold; she's freezing, she prefers to get wet on warmer days.
Sentinekka, excited, answers her:«I'm writing a diary!».
«Since when do you have a diary?» the friend asks her, amused.
«I found it this morning while cleaning the basement of my house! Dad said I can keep it, so I took the opportunity to use it!».
«I see... Good for you».
Symphony looks at her, interested in the conversation she's having with Sentinekka.
«Are you excited?» she asks after a few moments of silence.
«For what I'm thinking about?» the other asks accordingly, winking at her.
«Yes! For what else?» answers Symphony. Satisfied, she resumes:«In ten hours you will officially be of age to start your journey, your most beautiful experience! How does it feel? What do you feel?».
«Pretty flustered, but really, really over the moon! I can't stop daydreaming about it, and about how the things I'll see be like!».
She stops to reflect; her gaze falls to the ground, to the calm water of the lake.
So suddenly, without scruple, she declares:«You will come with me tomorrow!».
Symphony's expression changes. «What?» She asks, confused. «What do you mean?».
«Tomorrow, when I go away, I'll take you with me!» Sentinekka shouts, excited. «You have to come! I won't leave you here! I refuse to do it!».
«Sentinekka... Are you sure about what you're saying? You shouldn't worry about me like this!».
«Wha... Of course I'm sure, you're my best friend! I'm just sorry to see you trapped here!».
There is some calm; Symphony thinks, she looks at one of the paper boats and finally exclaims:«I'm in! But what are we going to tell my family? You know what they think...».
«Are we going to try to do this without their permission?».
«They will find us for sure...».
«How optimistic!». The twelve-year-old's sarcasm amuses her friend so much that she giggles shaking her head.
«I think we just have to hope they accept. Running away without their opinion on it is, at least for me, an unforgivable thing» Symphony concludes, crossing her arms and repeatedly tapping her right foot on the ground.
«If that's what you want, I'm all for it» Sentinekka agrees, while nodding. With a hop she descends from the rock and lands in the water.
«Isn't it cold?!» the best friend shouts, surprised.
«Not very much. It doesn't worry me at all, honestly» she replies, shrugging her shoulders. Without thinking twice, she hastens to get out of the pond and stands next to Symphony who, in the meanwhile, has sat down on the grass with her legs stretched out straight.
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Sentinekka. My name is Sentinekka. Strange name? It is, and it's true as the fact that I love everything around me!
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