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The Brat of Skyland"Ok, where did it go? I know I left it here a moment ago," Mahad said. He was looking for something and was in the hyperion searching for it. However, he had no idea where he put it or where it was.
Lena was sitting on the ledge next to the hyperion. "What are you looking for Mahad?" She asked.
"My boomerang!! I had it when we got back to Puerto Angel and now its gone," he answered her. He never let the thing out of his site before, he would usually put it in a pocket behind him.
"Oh Mahad, you would lose your head if it wasn't attached to your body. You just probably dropped it somewhere or it fell out of your pocket," Lena pointed out. Unlike her simple minded lazy brother, she was mature for her age and actually used her brain.
Little did Mahad know that he didn't misplace his boomerang, it was taken. It was taken by a 6 year old girl with purple hair and panther ears. That same little girl that Aran Cortes adopted himself as his daughter. She had his boomerang and was playing with
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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