"Get out of my plane."
Wilson shifted groggily from his sleep, flinching as Emmy stood over him. She cocked her head to the right, clearly growing impatient with him. Her eyes narrowed.
"No, seriously. Get out."
Wilson fumbled to sit upright. He rubbed his eyes.
"How long have I been out? Where are we?" He managed despite the tiredness in his voice. He yawned as Emmy opened her mouth to speak.
"Listen, I simple am here to deliver you to the capital." Emmy grabbed him by the arm and with surprise strength lifted him from the passenger seat. Wilson fixed himself, hopping off the plane wing and landing back on solid ground once again. His blue eyes widened at the sight before him.
The airship from hours prior loomed over him. The sails and propellers idle as it was attached to the docks and ports by thousands of workers. From where he stood, they were the size of a millions ants.
"Close your mouth before you get flies." Emmy called over to him, a large crash sounding behind Wilson. He twisted to face her and picked up the bag she had so carelessly thrown to the ground. "Do I have to go with you so you don't forget things."
He shot a glare in her direction. "What's got you in a mood? Is it time to head back to mommy and daddy?" Wilson mocked back to her.
She cringed. Emmy crossed her arms, jumping from the plane wing to return the glare.
"Actually, quite the opposite. It's almost mid day and storms have taken over the forest." She swayed her hips. "I can't get back home until they clear up."
"And I had to listen to your snoring all the way up here."
Wilson turned away and headed to an elevator that he guessed would get him to the rest of the city.
"Well, have fun!"
The storms weren't uncommon. It would take two hours at most for them to clear up. The city that loomed like a shadow over the rest of the valley was over head. Through the sun roof, the cotton candy clouds caught his attention and he caught a whiff of the recent rain and plane fuel.
Emmy was in front of her before he could take even a step. She held out a small card.
Wilson held out a hand, defensively. "I don't want your advertising."
He couldn't help the small 'you're service was horrible anyway' go through his mind.
Emmy glared at him before pushing the card into his hand.
"Don't care. I got to do it." She waved, walking back to her plane as Wilson slung his backpack over his shoulder. He bit his tongue, unsure if she was talking about the comment he had made or the attempt to decline.
He glanced back at her before stepping into the elevator.
Once Emmy was out of his eyesight, Wilson took a gulp of air and swallowed it down. He was finally in the city. The Capital, home of all magic and ruler ship, was just in his grip. He just needed to get into the castle.
He looked down at the card. A number was scribbled on it with a little wink face in the corner. He shoved the card into his pocket.
The door beeped, Wilson wiping the devilishly, gleeful expression off his face. Other workers hurried into the elevator, their cloths covered in the oils and muck that came with worker one planes.
Wilson squeezed out before the elevator zoomed away in mere seconds.
"Wow..." He gasped, still watching the elevator as he bumped into an older woman. He moved away, a quick and painful sorry escaping his lisp.
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The Magic Of An Alter Ego.
Fantasía|Book 1 of 2| Wilson had his hopes high for his future. Emphesis on had. He'd already made the grades in his local college, studied as much magic as he could despite being unable to truely use it to his advantage, and had his sights on one day join...
