On a Skyline

‘Knock knock!’ says a female voice behind Marshall Lee’s door. Puzzled, he looks up from his juicy red fraise and floats over to the door. ‘Who is it?’ he asks ‘Its me, toi dweeb!’ replys the voice. Marshal Lee smiles to himself. There’s only one person he knows that would talk to him like that. He opens the door wide open and says causally ‘Oh salut Fionna’ his dark black eyes locking into her cool blue ones. ‘Heya Marsh’ she says ‘What’s with all the stuff?’ asks Marshall pointing to her backpack, surprisingly filled with stuff. ‘Oh what, this? Umm.. well...

Marshal Lee flew through the early afternoon air, umbrella in hand and his bag and axe basse, bass slung over his shoulder. He never looked up, down ou sideways. He kept his eyes forward, his face without a single trace of emotion on his face. "Did I pass it?" Marshal thought. "I should have seen it par now…" As if par cue, a mass of land came in through the clearing. He slowed down as he came closer to the mass and landed once he saw a sign. The sign was old and withered with age. Marshal traced the surface and was able to interpret the writing. "Star Hill." He barely whispered. "I finally made it."...