Prelude
Once upon a time, there resided in this landscape a kingdom, the Kingdom of Armor. And in this Kingdom, there was a town, a town called ArmorCity. Nestled between several hills, ArmorCity was filled with many wonders, including a Bank, Hospital, Court System, Post Office, and Cathedral. But all agreed that the greatest of all these wonders was Armor Castle. Made of white stone, and surrounded by a large Forest and a Moat, it absolutely dominated the surrounding city. And it was in this town, not to long ago, that-
I slammed the book shut, causing a cloud of dust to erupt around me, eventually settling on my desk. I was in my study, looking through old(er) tomes and writings, written mostly by the literati of Armor. It brought many memories; some good, and some bad. A lot had changed since I came back... what happened to the good 'ole days?
I looked back into the events that had happened since I had come to Armor: My extremely personal encounter with my very own troll(!)... When TSL stormed out the city gates, vowing never to return again... When I first began posting my meager writings for the town to see... And of course, the ongoing antics of the Way of Moderation...
I sighed outloud, and let my arm drop onto my travelers cloak, which was slung hap-hazardly on my desk.
"Hey, watch it!" A serpentine head poked out from the folds of my cloack, where it had previously been sleeping. Its... or her, to be exact, name was Tsu (pronounciation similar to 'Sue' my... companion of sorts. Her compatriot soon joined her:
"Aw... I was at the good part!" (Obviously referring to her dream). This other head, I called Ama. They were a curious affair; always hanging about. No one, not even I, knew just what they were. Some think there figments of my imagination and don't exist, though I haven't mentioned this to Ama or Tsu (I don't think they would like it too much). Others think that there physical representations of my conscious. I like this theory better, seeing that-
"Coming up..." Both of the heads spoke, and slithered out from underneath the cloak, allowing me to see the rest of them. Soon after their heads, their necks joined as one, forming the rest of their body. Ama and Tsu were about 3 feet long, and were of a dark black coloring. Their heads, however, were a more vibrant shade of yellow, the same color that ran down their underside and finished at the tail.
I stuck my arm out, allowing them to climb up it. They coiled around my arm a few times; tight enough to hang on, yet loose enough to allow feeling in my arm. They poked their heads out my collar, and began to whisper in my ear:
"So, we going up to your room?" asked Ama.
"Hah! Those contraptions will never, never work" Tsu grumbled. Obviously, another reason why I supported the concious-theory: they were my little angel and demon on my shoulder. Ama, the angel, always whispering words of encouragement, and generally being optimistic about me, life, and well... everything. Tsu, on the otherhand, was just about the darkest, foulest, most pessimistic creature I knew. She was always whispering the bad (and sometimes truthful) things about my actions, thoughts, or other people. Tsu was the bigger head by a slight margin, and so when in came to the rare fights that Ama and Tsu had, she ussualy won.
"Yeah... in just a moment" I cast my eyes around my study, looking for the book I wanted. It was a quaint little room, or so I thought. Others would have called it small, not that they would ever see it. It was a rectangular: The short ends housed my desk, and the other my door. The longer sides were lined with floor-to-ceiling shelves. Almost all of the shelves were filled, and I began to scroll through trying to find the tome I wanted.
I passed over titles such as 'KOA Chronicles' and 'Port-fol-lee-oh', only pausing to wipe dust away from their spines. Other times stopping at newer titles: 'The Words and Workings of Wolf' or 'The Hyper Hive', flipping through a few pages, but not finding what I sought. I finnally found the title, though, and quickly snatched it off the shelf.
I ran out the door and up the short flight of stairs (ignoring cries of 'Woah! Slow down!' and 'Weeeee!'. I slid rather nicely into my chair, and scootched it towards my second desk.
I was know in my bedroom, where all the 'good stuff' happened. Every freespace of wall was once again lined with shelves, and a few brackets for torches were stuck in little niches. My second desk was situated just next to the doorway, and my bed was finally tucked away in a little corner; it wasn't that big. And all of my room was flooded with countless sheets of parchment with complex equations, algorithyms, and diagrams scribbled all over them.
After I left Armor, I had become entranced with flight. As I wandered to other lands, I came across a smallish manual in the land called 'Kongregate'. This was the book I had seeked only moments ago, and had carried to my room (where books rarely entered; they tended to get... lost).
It was a leather-bound book, typical by anysorts, except that it had no author. The title was also curious: 'On Flight: A Short Guide'. It was very, very old; that much was obvious from its yellow'd, cracking pages. And the must odor that was euphoria to my senses, yet gave me slight headaches.
I had already heard rumors of flights: so called gliders and the like. And the tales of moderators soaring through the skies: Strop supposedly had an biplane. But I was determined of two things:
First, they were all doing it wrong.
Second, if moderators can do it, than I must be able to do it.
The mounds of parchment were evidence enough as to what my goal was: Bring flight to the common people of the Kingdom of Armor.
"Yea, lets do it!" whispered Ama, Tsu quickly replied:
"Here we go again..."
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Fixed a few character incongruencies, some gramatical things, and I also gave it a title (that always helps). Got a lot of ideas as to where this can go, so I'll look forward to writing the next few, and from getting feedback from all of my readers.
