(Except the first chapter of Wings of the Sky isn't finished.)
It Just Takes Belief
"Write down on your sheet of paper, a mythical, or mystical, creature that you wish to be real. But it has to be created by you, not original."
P-E-G-A-S-I, I wrote.
Ms. Clye walked over to each student’s desk.
At last she came beside mine; glancing over my shoulder, "Esther, did you not understand what I said?”
I looked up and nodded.
"What did I say, opposite, of what you wrote?"
"Um," I took a moment to think, "You said for us to make up a mythical creature?"
"Uh huh, I will let you do just this time, but if you do that again, I will send you to the office."
I raised my hand.
"Yes?" Ms. Clye asked, rather impatiently.
"Actually, my real name is Hadassah, not Esther." I said, correcting her.
She gasped, insulted, the other students laughed in the background.
. . . .
"So, what did you write?" asked my only friend, Amy.
"Pegasi," I answered, "what did you write?"
“‘Panda corn’." She smiled.
I smiled back, imagining a panda with a horn.
. . . .
Unfortunately, after having lunch at the cafeteria, I was called to the principal’s office.
I sat down. The room looked like a dungeon; gray walls and one tiny window, so that no one can escape.
"Esther-" The principal started.
"My name is Haddi," I said through my gritted teeth.
Mr. McCarthy sighed. "Haddi, why did you insult Ms. Clye in history class?"
I didn’t answer.
"Es- I mean Haddi, pay attention-! Please."
"I didn't insult her; I only announced that my real name is Hadassah."
Because, she called me Esther.
Mr. McCarthy sighed again and leaned back in his black chair.
"Why didn't you just listen to Ms. Clye?" he finally asked.
“‘Cause, pegasi are the only creatures I want to be real," I answered.
Mr. McCarthy leaned forward. "Hadassah, do you believe in pegasi?"
"How do you believe in them; even though there have been no traces at all?" He sounded interested.
I shrugged. “I just believe, no matter what.”
"Haddi, aren't you a little old to believe in fairy tales?" Mr. McCarthy asked, with a sneer on his face.
I was really irritated; I bared my teeth showing my braces.
"What I'm sure of, pegasi aren't just from Mother Goose, or something. They're real, and I'll prove it someday.”
I got up and went out the door.
The Old Woman
Melissa ran up beside me.
"So, how was your meeting with the principal?" She asked in her snotty voice.
"None of your business." I muttered, walking into the forest.
I'd rather walk by the so called 'haunted house', than go by the public road the 'nosey-people' use, who won't mind their own business.
I always felt sorry for the old place, built in the 1800s I guess. And nobody has lived there for years, either.
I stopped and stared.
An old woman was sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the 'haunted house!'
"Good afternoon, young lady. I suppose you would like tea and cookies?" She asked.
I was surprised; I didn't realize she would invite a weirdo like me.
I glanced at my watch. I've got time before dinner. Anyways, what could an old lady do to a 12 year old?
"Sure, thanks Mrs.-"
"Waullowbee," she said, "please, step inside."
. . . .
"Cream and sugar?" Mrs. Waullowbee asked.
"Yes, thank you. Mrs. Waullowbee, how did you get this house? I mean, it was empty yesterday." I bit my lip, remembering going into the house without permission.
"How did you know, it was, empty?" the old woman asked.
I stared down at my tea, blushing, also hoping that she wouldn’t see it.
"You know I was expecting you." Mrs. Waullowbee said, changing the subject.
I just stared at her.
"Not to worry. I just saw you taking good look on the inside of this house." She said, with a reassuring smile.
Suddenly, I began blurting out all what had happened earlier before.
"I see that you believe in pegasi."
I nodded, bracing myself for more mockery.
But to my surprise, Mrs. Waullowbee said, "I understand perfectly well. I also believe in those beautiful creatures, too. How about you come and stay every day after school and on Saturdays, except for Sundays of course. Oh and, I have something for you." She and hobbled toward the stairs.
. . . .
"Here it is. An old, boring, looking book isn't it?" Mrs. Waullowbee blew on it.
As if she read my mind, she said."This book is named Everything about Pegasi." Handing it to me, "It has everything you want to know about pegasi, of course."
"And”, she added, shooing me out the door, "there are some things in that book you will not expect."
"Haddi, is that you?" Aunt Carol called from the kitchen.
“Yeah, it's me. Um, I've got homework to do. So, I'll be upstairs in my room." I called back, charging up the stairs.
I dropped my backpack on the floor, and flopped on my bed.
"Chapter one," I began," How was the pegasus ever created? The Greek Myths- Nah, I already know that. Chapter two..."
I read over five chapters before the dinner bell rang.
. . . .
Aunt Carol suddenly announced, "Mr. McCarthy called about what happened today. He didn't sound too happy when he told me. Do you have a note from your teacher you insulted?"
The insides of me felt like a TNT stick that is shortly going to explode. Didn't I already explain?
Then it exploded after ten seconds. "First of all, no, Ms. Clye didn't give me a note. Second of all, I didn't insult her! And I already told Mr. McCarthy that I DIDN'T do that! Just because I didn’t say something she didn’t like doesn’t mean it’s wrong!"
I just can't take it anymore. I'm sick and tired of grown-ups for the rest of this day.
I groaned. "I’ve lost my appetite. May I be excused?"
"Y-yes, you may." Aunt Carol said, sounding breathless.
. . . .
The next morning was a Saturday, thankfully. I didn't have to face Mr. McCarthy today or tomorrow.
. . . .
"How many chapters did you read from that book I gave you?" Mrs. Waullowbee asked.
"About twelve, and one not finished." I answered, taking a bite into a cookie.
"I see," She said, looking thoughtful, “it sounds like you are just rushing through the book, instead of reading it carefully. There are things in it you will not understand… at first. Sometimes you will need my help. How about you bring the book over next time and read it with me." She suggested, and opened the door for me.
. . . .
I managed to get to my room before Aunt Carol heard me.
Sitting at my desk, I found a piece of paper taped on my pegasus book.
I am going to get groceries and stop for a short visit at Ms. Clye's.
There is lunch on the counter in the kitchen.
(Ps.) And stay out of trouble please!
I rolled my eyes at the part that said, "for a 'short' visit". Because she always took her time to leave.
Coraleaf couldn’t wait until she was a weanling.
“Just two more weeks until you can fly higher than now.” she reassured herself, as she watched the already weaned foals playing in the clouds.
The filly walked up to her dam who was chatting with the mothers.
“Mama…?” Coraleaf gently nuzzled her mother on the upper leg; for she was small for her age.
Her dam stopped talking and looked down at her filly’s tiny, but sweet face. She nodded for Coraleaf to speak.
“-may I play with the other foals?”
Her mother nodded, and went back to talking with her friends.
By the time Coralef was halfway to the spot where her friends were playing; her dam called after her.
“Do not fly beyond Forest no matter what!”
Coraleaf nodded and flew to meet her friends.
“What took you so long Coraleaf? We’ve been waiting here for thirty minutes!” complained one of the gang, Nightinlake, who was a dapple gray with silver feathers.
“Oh, it has been only five minutes Nightinlake; you are always so impatient around Coraleaf.” Summerain scolded a golden palomino with golden feathers and black tips. “Every hour always seems like a moon for you!”
All the foals decided to play in Forest, instead of in the meadow; for it was less crowded with pegasi there, than in the meadow.
. . . .
“I’m getting tired of playing ‘medicine mares’.” Announced Nightinlake, who was always the one getting tired of certain games other fillies and colts made up.
“Oh, all right ‘Nightincloud’; what do you want to play? Summerain said.
“What do I want to play?” said Nightinlake, pretending to be surprised. “No, what I want to do. And what I want to do is... go beyond the Forest!”
Coraleaf gasped, remembering what her dam had said. But she was too shy to tell the older foals what not to do.
“But we can’t do that, can we?” Summerain asked doubtfully.
“Nah, it’s all right, I’ve done this before!” encouraged Nightinlake. But this wasn’t very encouraging for Coraleaf.
. . . .
“How much farther?” Summerain asked. “I didn’t expect beyond Forest would actually be this far!”
“Quit you’re whining; we’ll be there in a minute!” Nightinlake said.
“It’s hard for me to fly around all these trees!” complained Toppertail; he was a chestnut appaloosa with orange feathers.
“Then walk!” suggested Tinkerpedal, who is Toppertail’s twin sister, a chestnut with two white stockings and pink feathers.
Suddenly Nightinlake picked up speed and dodged all the trees accurately.
“Wait for us!” Summerain yelled after her, trying to fly faster without ramming into the trees.
. . . .
They stood in awe, except for Coraleaf, because she couldn’t see through the rest of the foals.
“Whoa!” Summerain breathed, “Its so-o beautiful!”
“Was I right, or was I right?” said Nightinlake
“That’s not a choice!” Summerain said, irritated.
Finally Coraleaf spoke, “B-but there’s a canyon between us and the rest of the anok.”
“What? Could you say that again?” asked Nightinlake.
Unfortunately, Coraleaf was too shy to say again, but Summerain heard, and came to the rescue.
“She said; there’s a canyon between us and the rest of the Anok!”
“O-oh.” Nightinlake said, and shot a look at Coraleaf warning not to say that kind of thing again.
“Poor, poor Coraleaf,” Nightinlake said, shaking her mane, “doesn’t your mother teach you to think before you speak? We could fly over to the other side of course!”
Coraleaf lowered her head, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. One trickled down her cheek and to the ground.
“Well then gang, let’s use our wings what they’re really made for!” Nightinlake announced.
‘No Matter What’
Coraleaf knew the only thing to do was balk.
She already knew that she would be disqualified from the group. But, she had made up her mind not to go beyond Forest no matter what.
“Come on Coraleaf, you’re not gonna be a chicken now are you?” Nightinlake urged.
“My mama said not to go beyond Forest no matter what.” Coraleaf said firmly; for the first time.
“Ha! Your dam will never know; if you don’t tell her. And, if you tell her about us too, you’re out.” Nightinlake threatened.
“You’ll see that I’ve done this before.” Nightinlake said, lifting off.
She landed on the other side and waved her wing for the others to come.
Tinkerpedal backed up, and charged forward, Toppertail went after her, but neither Summerainor Corraleaf did.
Coraleaf smiled up at Summerain. “Thank you for staying with me.” She said quietly.
She didn’t answer, but kept staring into the distance.
“You’re not going to be a chicken too, are you Summerain?” Nightinlake hollered from the other side.
All the foals on the canyon laughed.
Suddenly, Tinkerpedal shrieked because she had slipped.
Coraleaf automatically jumped from the edge of Forest clamped her wings together so that she could catch up with Tinkerpedal. When she did, she grabbed a mouthful of mane and tried to carry Tinkerpedal up to safety.
But this was no use, “Fly!” Coraleaf cried.
“I can’t, because I’m used to galloping forward and lifting off!” Tinkerpedal screamed, terrified.
And then Coraleaf had a plan, and she put to action right away. Using most of her strength, she directed Tinkerpedal to the ‘wall’ of the canyon.
“Try to run and lift off by use the wall of the canyon!” She ordered, pushing Tinkerpedal.
Still holding on to Tinkerpedal, Coraleaf used the rest of her strength; she did one last push and Tinkerpedal flew to the top as if she was flying the whole time. But she didn’t notice that Coraleaf wasn’t behind her, because Coraleaf had fallen into a raging river.
“Coraleaf?” Summerain called. “Coralleaf!”
But it was no use calling her name; all the foals tried, even Nightinlake, who was the one to blame.
The sun was setting. Tired and their voices drained out of them, the poor misfortunate foals slowly went back to the herd.
. . . .
Coraleaf tumbled and rolled in the river, unconscious.
She washed on to the bank near an unknown forest. Coraleaf moaned, because of the pain, for she had broken one of her delicate wings. A nightingale sang, waking Coraleaf from her night song. She looked around; she wasn’t in any place she seen or heard of before.
She broke down, not only because of the pain, but because of loneliness, and without her mother she would have to be weaned earlier than the others. She would have to try to survive in this unknown world without her mother’s warm milk.
To think of her mother thinking she was dead, was heartbreaking for Coraleaf. She stared at the dark forest; Coraleaf painfully got up and limped into it, alone.
“Oh goody, it’s seven-thirty.” I mumbled, rolling out of bed and on to the floor. I yawned and stretched, on the floor.
I’ll get it!” I hollered, thundering down stairs.
“Haddi, is that you?” said the person on the other end.
“Yes, um, and who are you?”
“Mrs. Waullowbee; I have an important and real mission for you. Come to my house immediately!”
. . . .
It was rather too quiet when I walked in Mrs. Waullowbee’s house.
“Um, Mrs. Waullowbee?” I called.
I looked around the room; then I spied a piece of paper on the dining table.
The note said:
Like I said on the telephone, I have mission for you.
I would do this myself if I were younger; but no, you are the perfect person to do this mission. You are the only one I can trust. You must hurry. Do not take anything with you but the book. (I hope you know what I mean.)
When you do; go to my back yard.
Lay the book down in the middle and cross your legs over it like criss-cross-applesauce’. Wait there for 10 seconds and DO NOT MOVE! For instructions read the book, and do not lose it. I hope you have a safe journey.
Be careful and I hope you have a successful journey, too,
Without a second thought, I hopped out the door and ran all the way home. I snuck up stairs and into my room, and grabbed the book.
Seeing a pen and a paper, I scribbled a note to my aunt and laid it on my desk.
I ran, again, all the way to Mrs. Waullowbee’s house and climbed over the fence that blocked the backyard.
There was the ‘circle of stones’; I placed the book in the center of the circle, then I ‘crissed-crossed-applesauced’ on top it.
Ten seconds later a sudden jerk awoke me from day- dreaming, and then a dreamy-sort-of-light surrounded me!
I felt light like I was flying, but in a dream. I looked down; there was a blur of all the colors in the world.
Then the jerk came again, but greater; it was like I was in light speed!
I finally began to slow down. All the blurs and colors came into focus. The dreamy light faded away, and all the blurs and colors became the trees of a forest.
I walked, and walked, and walked, hoping to find a stream somewhere. But the more I walked the less hope I had.
I had to take a rest sometime, and find food. I sat down under a tree, and sighed.
What am I doing here? And what was the mission?
After a while, I finally I got up; I knew there would probably be a blackberry bush somewhere nearby.
The note from Mrs. Waullowbee said not to bring anything but the book; then how on earth am I supposed to survive?
It’s not like in Minecraft, you start out with nothing, and then punch trees with your fists and get wood.
Though, I wish it was that way. But I’m stuck out of nowhere slapping mosquitoes, and without anything to eat or drink.
. . . .
Sweat trickled down my forehead, as I climbed a really steep hill. Hope I would be able to see where I am at the top of the hill.
After slipping, sliding, and scratching myself, I finally made it.
I shielded my eyes to see where I was… a stream!
But to run back down not such a good idea; but the only way was to run to get to the stream faster.
And especially with a humongous book under my arm and a walking stick nearly as tall as I am in my opposite hand, would be nearly impossible to climb all the way back down.
But, I would have to put up with it in order to get to it.
When I finally did get down, it was nearly dark. And with a sprained ankle from slipping, how would I get to the stream? It was about a quarter of a mile off. And I left my walking stick behind! Well, I’ll have to try to walk without making my ankle worse than it is now.
. . . .
With lots of rests and hopping, I managed to make it. The water looked so cold and refreshing, so I drank my fill.
A shadow- wait, a shadow? I looked up to see a ‘something’ staring down at me.
My heart leaped to my throat, but I held it down. I leaned back and fell over into the stream.
I couldn’t identify what the ‘something’ was.
Then pain shot through my ankle. I yelped so loud that the ‘something’ reared and cantered off.
I crawled out of the stream, and sat on the bank, began to cry.
I always felt so foolish crying and tried to stop, but the tears kept coming.
Finally I stopped, I bet I had used up all the tears I’d been saving all those months. Not like I was trying to saving them.
I drifted off to asleep after all that exhaustion of climbing and hopping.
I dreamt that I was standing on the edge of a high cliff. Looking down there was pitch black darkness. The cliff started swaying as if I were standing on top of dominoes.
I jumped and tried to fly but I just kept falling into the ultimate darkness. There was apparently an end to all that falling, but I was still in the dream. I fell into a river, couldn’t breathe, I panicked and tried to swim to the surface; but it was no use.
I jerked, awaking from the nightmare. Gasping and my sweatshirt clinging to my sides, I looked around; I wasn’t in my room at all! I was in an unknown place.
Then the pain in my ankle started up all over again, and then I remembered why and how I was here.
The reason why I was wet, not only because of sweating, is I rolled over into the stream!
“Ow!” I cried as I tried to get up. “I wish I never left that walking stick behind.” I muttered.
. . . .
I limped toward the “hill” where I first saw the stream.
I sighed, it would be impossible to climb this hill, no, a cliff more likely, with a sprained ankle and no walking stick.
I could go back into the forest and look for another, or I could make my ankle worse by trying to climb the “cliff” and looking for the walking stick.
So, I decided to go look for another. As I passed the first couple of trees, suddenly I heard a silent sobbing.
I looked around to see what or who was sobbing; I quietly followed the sound to find out where it came from, completely forgetting what I was really in the forest for.
I walked around a huge and old looking oak, when I saw a horse, or at least I think it was, lying down its back facing me.
It was a blue roan with four black stockings.
Wait a second, it that sure is some blue roan, because it isn’t just a roan it was literally blue!
I gasped, loud enough to bring the horse twirling around wings flared.
Wings? Oh no, I wasn’t just lost somewhere out in the woods, I was lost in a whole different universe!
A pegasus? Not only was I in a whole different universe, but in my dreams! I’ve been wanting this my whole life and now it’s right here, in front of me!
Was this the ‘something’ I met last night? Now that I think of it, the black thing sure did have a resemblance of a horse. But it sure wasn’t black; it was a blue roan with sea blue feathers.
I knew the little pegasus was afraid because of the white around the black pupil.
“Shhh, it’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” I murmured; apparently this didn’t calm the pegasus.
It stood up and fearfully bleated, as if saying, “Please don’t eat me.”
I shook my head as if I could understand it.
The little pegasus reared flapping its wings. It winced and fell backward. Instinctively, I ran forward and knelt down beside the hurt pegasus.
It tried to fly again, but it didn’t even lift in inch from the ground.
Then I realized the problem, the right wing was twisted, broken.
I held the pegasus down and straightened out the wing.
The filly, apparently that was its gender, tried to bite me, but I managed to jump out of the way.
“Whoa, it’s okay girl. Huh, you still have your milk teeth don’t you? Well, you’re gonna have to be weaned early then.” I said calmly, though my heart was beating wildly.
I stroked her cheek, and the filly quickly bit me on the arm.
“Ow! That wasn’t very nice.” I scolded.
I wasn’t angry, I understood how she felt; she was just scared of a two legged creature, holding her down.
“I know what you’re thinking, you think I’m going to eat you, well, I’m not. Though I am hungry, but I don’t eat horse.”
“Or pegasi.” I quickly added.
I let go of the filly. She quickly stood up and cantered away.
“Now, about that walking stick.” I said, getting up.
“Ow! Argh, not again!” I grumbled, limping into the forest.
Coraleaf looked back, relieved to see the two legged creature had not followed her.
At the thought of ‘creature’, she shuddered.
Coraleaf remembered the paws with five long toes holding her down.
She’d thought it would eat her, but it didn’t, it just straightened out her broken wing.
It was just luck, Coraleaf thought, the creature wasn’t hungry.
She walked to a green mossy area. After that fright, it sure made her hungry. Corraleaf dropped her head down to graze.
She jerked her head up; every single sound put her on guard. But usually there was nothing there.
Two yellow eyes stared at Coraleaf through the darkness of the forest.
She stood stock still, waiting what the creature would do next.
A face of a wolf came into the light; but this wasn’t like the wolves in the meadow.
Every time Coraleaf backed up, the wolf came forward.
Her nerve broke; she whirled around and galloped as fast as she could without ramming into obstacles ahead of her.
Coraleaf couldn’t at least glance behind her, because if she did, she would run into something and be the wolf’s victim.
Coraleaf heard snarling behind her; she knew it was the wolf, so she kept running.
An ear piercing yelp came from behind Coraleaf. She skidded in front of a tree and glanced behind her.
It was lying n a big furry heap with an arrow pierced into its side. It was as big as a half way grown grizzly bear.
And a ways away stood the two legged creature, holding a bow in its right paw. The creature looked up from the wolf and stared at Coraleaf.