(13 years later)
I sat on the balcony of Nikolai and I's apartment, my brown curls whipping around in the strong wind as I watched the sun rise. Mornings were so peaceful here, every morning waking up to the sun. But I knew that someday we would have to leave.
Nikolai walked out onto the balcony, holding two cups of coffee. I looked up and smiled. "Are they both for me?" I joked.
YOU ARE READING
Airic's Moon
FantasyMy mother used to tell Nikolai and I bedtime stories of a land called Skylor. Shortly after telling the story of Airic & The Dreamthistle Berry, my mother is murdered. Ten years later, i'm sixteen years old. I live with my brother, Jordan, and have...
