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Mickel sat on the roof of his apartment building and stared up at the sky and passing clouds, he often sat up there and just let his mind unwind. Today the clouds looked like floating plateaus, gliding across the azure.
Unbeknownst to him though, what he was peering at day after day was not only the changing clouds of the sky, but a forever moving hidden civilization that live on the clouds. They were called Zephyrians and fierce warriors they were. Amoung the Zephyrians were two factions, the Cirrus and the Cumulus and they have been at war for centuries, though very careful not to be noticed. Their fiercest wars where responsible for many of earth’s devastating weather storms; that is until, this very day Mickel was gazing at the clouds.
Quinn shot through the clouds as quick as she could manage, they were outnumbered right at the start, her fleet had been over taken, and she was all alone. All she had to do was get back to base camp and she would be safe. Through the mist she could see the tall spires of home and hope was filling in her, that is until a hard weight came smashing from above knocking her down hard than she’d ever been hit before.
As Mickel sat looking out he saw something he first thought was a plane, that is until is started falling towards him at an alarming rate. He scrambled to his feet to head toward the door as the figure collided with the rooftop. Luckily she didn’t fall through but laying there in the middle of a small dome was Quinn.
