It's something over the clouds

Chapter One- Where The Wizard's Tower Lands

A cold winter afternoon thousands of feet above the ground in Ireland is where this story starts. The soft singing wind drifts past slowly the small and yet tall tower placed apon gravle and dirt island in the high above sky. Placed apon this mysyic tower's top was a rimmed balcony where the sky's limitless view was left for eyes to ponder, but not just any eyes but the pair that belong to Jeremy Fletch. He was a tall lanky bloke with a slight beard starting to grow from his stubble what seems to clash with his tanned skin. His hair was kept long but seemed short due to his curls in his perfect sandy hair, he wore a long black robe over a white shirt and green tie along with his black matching pants and shoes and yet one of his most remarkable features weren't listed above but yet was his left arm. It had no scars, it had no specail curses or powers but what it didn't have was a hand. A single nub at the end of his arm with not a single hint of a hand ever being there.

Jeremy came out to his balcony and opened his arms out to make a 'T' pose with his arms as he felt the amazing feeling of being alive in the world's perfect wind. His eyes were shut but slowly opened enough for his grey pupils to see the light fade of blue welcoming him back from his long over due slumber.

"Good morning Ireland!" He yelled down over the balcony looking to the clowds and faint part of land that could actually be seen. He smiled cheerfully as he went back inside his floating tower's walls. Each wall seemed to have multiple layers of paint on the walls over some old oak wood planks. Jeremy walked past his desk with sevral stacks of hystorical looking books open spread across the table each page turning by the wind flicking through the books aged pages. He continued to walk till he met a rope hanging from the ceiling what went into a matchine in the attic. He pulled it once and the sound of cogs and wooden gears began making noise with the occasional puff of yellow, pink, green and blue sparkling dust came pouring out in a cloud came through the cracks of the walls.

The small gravle island shook then began to drift down like fog to the ground below. Being so far above the UK there was no telling if he was going to land in Ireland as planned. Jermey skipped gayley to the balcony again to avoid the clouds of dust from the walls and just to see if he was going to land in the wrong place by accident again.

"I reckon'..." Jermey starts talking to his left arm as if it could talk back. "If I land in Ireland I may get this done within 4 hours. If I land in England I'll pop by my mother's house and take the Centralized Portal Trains to Ireland. But if I land in the ocean or Scotland I'll be as safe as a Welsh sheep... What isn't very safe." He sounds causal as he talks but then worriedley exsplains his joke to his nub like it would get the joke anyways.

The Island floats down now just a few feet in the air and Jeremy wonders inside the tower and walks back out with a long black metal chain with an anchor at the end of it. He attaches the chain to a hook on the tower then slings the anchor off the balcony where it slams onto the ground, thankfully not on anyone this time. Jeremy dissapears into his tower and once again makes his way to the machine's rope and gave it another pull. The thick glitter like powder stops puffing out the walls and just fades into the air. Jeremy straightened his back then put on a face of over dramatic confidence and pranced to a trapdoor what was smeared with glitter like powder and a mix of dirt. He wiped his finger along the mess to collect it at the end of his finger where it clumps up.

"I ought' to clean this place up shouldn't I?" He asked to his nub as his confident look faded. "I don't want you to be dissapointed when you come back like last time." His voice turned worried as he shook the clump off his fingers. "No! I gotta stay on task or else!.. Something will happen." He burts back with confidence but still with his doupt latching onto him. He opened the trap door what lead to a rope ladder what hung to the bottom of the tower. He climed through the trapdoor then down the ladder of the grate purple brick tower. Climing down the eyes of the many painting of Jermey stared to the original and when he reached the bottom of the ladder he shivered as he could have sworn one of the paintings winked at him. Now at the bottom it was only a slight light from a lamp hung on the wall and small cracks through the door letting sunlight in. Jeremy reaches for the door as the sun from it gets cut off by something and 3 loud knocks echoed intensely.

"Jermey?! Open up you old sod!" A young female voice calls as the look on Jermey's face just shows the discomfort of the voice. "I know you're there! If not Jonathan's gonna get what's coming to him!" The female voice gets filled with anger but not the scary kind, more of the playful kind, but just as scary.

"Okay I'm here please leave him alone!" Jeremy wimpers as he opens the door to be greeted to one of his friends Matilda. She was a woman built like a man but had more of feminine man's face than a face of masculine woman's what made her more of a confusing looking character than the regulars. "How did you even find me anyways?"

"Are you daft? You own a gaint purple tower that floats in the sky. It's not that hard to spot you." Matilda had her arms cross over her yellow mud stained overalls but it was clear inbetween her arms she was holding something.

"Well of course it's obvious to see! But how did you find me just after I landed?" Jermey asked quite dumbfounded at the idea of it. "Are you sure you're not a wizzard too?" He joked as he laughed slightly but with a noticeable worried undertone.

"One. You landed in my bloody field!" Oh boy here comes the list. "Two. Wizzards are men you wanker'!" Oh boy this talk again. "Three." Matilda unfolds her arm and in her left hand was a grey and brown rabbit's tail hooked to key chain clip. "Why the hell did you leave your boyfriend with me?" She grudgingly complained talking about the rabbit's foor at apparently being Jeremy's boyfriend.

"Oh... About that." Jeremy timidly says as he tries to snatch the paw but Matilda lifts it in the air out of reach. "Look, can't I exsplain after I get him back- please!" He asks as he tries to jump up and reach for it but there was no way in hell he could reach, especially when compared to Matilda's hight.

"How about you tell me first before I shove him where the sun don't shine!" She waves the paw by the chain at the end of her thumb with it very loosley hooking onto her.

"Shit..." He utters now embarrassed. "We uh... Kinda had a fight." He cuts the story short and looks away when speaking but clearly Matilda wasn't having any of his half assed exsuses.

"A fight about what?"

"About if I was... buhtnimhimornat" Jeremy spoke clearly then it became a slurred utter of words as his face becomes pink.

"Say that again Jermey. But this time in English, not in 'dropped as a baby' talk!" Matilda nagged as she pressed on, now swinging the paw in circles on her thumb.

"If I was botemingornat!" Jeremy said it louder but faster what was still unclear of what words has came out of his mouth.

"One more time Jerermy or Jonathan here will be swimming in pigs shit."

"We had a fight about... Who was gonna bottom in... bed." Jeremy refused to look away from the ground but Matilda now had a grin peeking from both sides of her cheeks. Not even a fifth of a second passes and she burts out laughing and drops the paw but luckily it lands on the back of Jeremy's head and slides into his hood. "It's not funny! I've had him locked in there for two weeks!"

"It was gonna be three weren't it if you didn't land back here?" Matilda manages to say through her laughter.

"No!" Yes "Matilda please!" Jermey begs for her to stop laughing as he reaches into the hood and pulls out the paw then correses it softly.