Moonlit: A Wonderful World (Old Version)

Chapter 2: A Magical World

(Following Seycara)

Silver bushes; I didn't think they existed but I guess they did. The cracks in the wood of the branches glowed with some form of energy. The leaves were strangely see through. It was overall a really pretty sight. This matched perfectly with the nice, minty smell.

I began to reach my hand out to see what it felt like, but I soon learned the wind had other plans.

With a large gust shoving me onto the floor, my hat took flight. I tried to stand up but I was pushed back to the ground.

"Kimmed shay, lifting winds, levantando vient..." A voice shouted throughout the kingdom. Changing languages every time but still delivering the same message.

My hat! Now wasn't the time to observe the world. I need to get up! Please, can my pathetic body get up for once in my life! I tried to get up again but I was forced back down once more.

I saw my hat flying and quickly shot down. A dragon set his claw on my hat, pinning it onto the floor; saving it.

I didn't have to worry about my hat anymore, but a question still loomed in my head. Why are these called lifting winds? The name would make you think that you would be flying up but instead I was being forced to the floor.

Until I wasn't.

The lifting winds now reached me, and like a dragon, I began rising up from the ground. This must be the so-called "lifting winds". The trees shook through the wind's rough breaths. The smaller rocks and dust hovered off the ground. Some of the dragons held non-dragon visitors down on the ground. When they weren't there, the covering on the path blocked them.

Some of the dragons in the distance began spreading out their wings. Without any movement, they raised to the sky. They would fill it up with a storm of grey and blue scales. It was reminiscent of a wonderful painting.

I somehow managed to flip myself over which would end up creating such a strange view. Maybe the world is the one that's upside down, not me. The fortress became my ceiling and the void of clouds became my floor. It was odd and deadly.

I looked down to see I was travelling much faster than I thought I was. The ground was a great distance away. If the winds stopped, I would surely face a gruesome fate. If they were to continue, I would be swallowed up by the hurricane.

"Help, help, help help!" I screamed for my life

"Don't worry, Omen, The Firework Witch is here!" A female voice cheered

Before I knew it, I was spinning in the air. I no longer felt the wind; I felt like an astronaut, completely weightless.

"Can I have your other hand?" The voice spoke again

A girl stood, or rather floated, in front of me. She held my left hand tightly. It felt cold to the touch and rough. Her long, black and blue hair was flowing all over the place. Resting on her cheek was a small burn scar.

She reached her other hand out, and I accepted it.

"Quit the sight, ain't it?" I asked

The view was dark yet whimsical. The sky swarmed with dragons riding the wind. The people on the ground held tightly to something; like ants in a breeze. I felt the storming clouds resting on my back. The whole kingdom flashed with every bolt of lightning.

It was truly whimsical.

Is this how a bird feels? I looked at the girl holding my hand. Flying high, flying free.