Ok, well i feel like writing a book.....so Ill name it The Crash of the Skylark. Ok.......here goes nothing......
THE CRASH OF THE SKYLARK: CHAPTER ONE
Our story starts with the childhood of Feron. One early morning, Feron woke to hear the sound of spinning blades outside his home. Bursting with curiosity, he ran out the door of the house to see a large helicopter-like spaceship. A tall man with a large suit made of iron walked out of the strange ship. He looked like a leader to Feron, who was gazing at the man's stately appearance. The man saw Feron and greeted him.
"Hello, young lad! Could you bring your father to me?" the man asked. Feron nodded slowly and dashed back into the house.
"Father! There is a man outside who says he needs to talk to you," Feron told his father once he had found him in his study. Feron's father looked up from his work and got out of his chair. He walked out of the home and found an old friend waiting to see him. For this man's name was Ozlo, and he was a Lieutenant that assisted the Captain, who was named Taren. Ozlo knew Feron's father from an experiment they had done together on the life cycles of Spiral Men and Women.
"Ozlo! I haven't seen you in ages!" Three years has it been?" Feron's father said.
"I guess it has. But Corin, I wanted to tell you that Captain Taren has chosen you to come on an expedition through space with him and I. If you accept, you will be the official scientist for the mission," Ozlo told Corin.
"Well, of course I will! It will be great to do another mission with you!" Corin answered. "But is there a catch?"
Ozlo nodded gravely. "The expedition will take 4 years. Which means 4 years of being away from your young boy." Ozlo looked over at Feron. Corin turned to Feron also.
Feron, being only 7 years old, did not know how long 4 years actually was. "Father, its ok. I can survive for a little bit without you."
"Corin said worriedly, "No son. I can't leave you. Wait! Ozlo, can you ask Captain Taren if I can take Feron with me?" Corin looked hopefully at Lieutenant Ozlo, who said, "I will see what I can do."
Ozlo grabbed a small item from his arsenal and pressed a button on it. This item was a pager. Ozlo talked into it and said, "Taren, Taren? Are you there?"
A voice responded, "Ozlo? Why are you paging me? I am busy making the preparations for our trip."
Ozlo answered, "Sorry sir, but I am here with Corin. He wants to know if his son can come on the mission with us. Corin can not bear the thought that he would have to leave his son for 4 years."
"Well sure he can come! The more the merrier!" Taren happily said.
"Ok sir. Thank you sir," Ozlo ended the chat. "Come! You heard the talk! Let us get onto the ship. I mean, after you've packed your bags."
Corin and his son, Feron walked into the house. Feron may have not understood somethings, but he understood that his father and he were going to take a trip. Feron went into his room and grabbed a bag off the floor. He started stuffing everything he had into it. He picked up a mini-pager his father had given him for his birthday and a small knife he had found in the woods among other things. When Feron had finally stuffed everything in the bag, he zoomed out of his room. His father was waiting for him at the door. Together, they walked outside to meet Ozlo. Ozlo waved to his ship and they all got into it.
As the helicopter-like ship flew away from his house, Feron stared out the window at the only home he had ever known. He would miss the peg-legged neighbor who always gave him candy and the well trimmed grass in front of his house, the peaceful sounds of life just outside his door and the small room that he had cluttered up with all his items. Feron would not be back here for 4 years. He would be 11 when he came back. Feron would always remember that house.
(To Be Continued)
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