The cloud Couple

Part #1 - June 1st, 2021 - Somewhere in the skies outside of LA.

Hundreds of cycles ago, the Great Kingdom was born. cycles ago, my great-grandmother began ruling. She was 13. (Yeah, that's how we work here.) Anyways, a fellowship of Elves fancied our Kingdom. We told them no, so they did something Elves tend to do and proclaimed war upon our people. The fighting persisted until my mother was 13, and able to rule. At that point, enough was enough, and so my mother set out to conclude the war. After doing some searching, my mother came across The Lord of the Skies. She had heard about his tremendous endowments, and so she urged him to come and end the war. He accepted but at a price. As the Lord wasn't exactly evil, he would only assist those who meant good, but he was also quite crooked, and so was the price that he demanded. The Lord desired my mothers' firstborn child if God willed her to have one. He desired the child so that he could use its eyes, as he had none. My mother tearfully accepted, for the comfort of her Kingdom was more important than the happiness of herself. So, The Lord of the Skies progressed to end the war and cast out the disastrous Elves.

Thirteen years ago, I was born. As I am my mothers' firstborn child, I to this date, count myself fortunate.

As my aunt does not dwell within the kingdom, my mother gave me to her to stay shielded from the Lord. For approximately a year and a half, all was well, and my mother believed that the Lord did not know about my permanence.

One day as my mother was leaving to come to visit me, the Lord took notice and stealthily followed. to make it appear as though he unintentionally fell upon the dwelling of my aunt, he waited a while, then shifted his appearance into an elderly beggar. After he had taken all essential precautions to keep his identity hidden, he rapped on the door. It was my aunt who answered the door. The beggar asked if he would be permitted shelter for the night, and out of compassion and pity, my aunt agreed.

Once in the house, my mother appeared offering the beggar a seat and a drink. He cheerfully accepted. when my mother was in the kitchen with my aunt, I a 1 1/2-year-old, took attention to the beggar. I climbed up on the couch and proceeded to sit on him. for about 2 minutes, all was good, but then me, having had a large breakfast, spit-up ALL over him. Let me just say he let out the most piercing yell ever.

when my mother came into the room, she said the sentence that would change so much forever.

"Sorry about my baby, she does not know better".

From the Diary of Nat Smith - June 1st, 2021

Part #2 - January 30th, 2021 - LA.

It is the year 2021. I live in Los Angelis California. A moon and a half ago, my father was assassinated. Some may say that he deserved it, but I do not agree. In my opinion, my father was an exceptional man. He might have made some inadequate choices, but they happened for the better. You see, there is a kingdom in the sky outside of LA. My fathers' role was to help in the struggle of the Kingdoms leader, a girl named Nat to return the Great Kingdom to the ground. To do that, we must find 5 enchanted artifacts that are dispersed over the countryside. My father made it his occupation for the past cycle to find them all. Let's just say that he was almost triumphant for he had found 3 of them. We HAD three until my father made an error while attempting to collect the fourth. The fourth artifact was located in a mysterious crypt under a bank vault. This pit was more like a hidden shaft built by my grandfather to shield the artifact from its creator, The Lord of the Skies, and also from my grandmother, who had a significant status in the police world. The shaft was a mystery also to my father until about half a cycle ago when my father discovered a black Journal that had belonged to my grandfather. After flipping through half of the book, my father discovered a section talking about the development of the shaft. After some examination of my own in the journal, I found it captivating that there is a counterpart journal that had belonged to Queen Nat's mother. I also found it amusing that my grandfather had made one for Queen Nat herself.

2 moons ago, my father had gone to study the shaft and observed that the tunnel had been discovered by the bank and blocked off for use as an extra vault.

Because of this obstacle, my father either had to give up and go home, or take a gamble for the better by creeping into the bank and reaching the crypt from inside. My father chose the second possibility, and part of me preferred he did not.

On the night of December the 1st, my father snook into the bank. All went splendidly until my father approached the vault. ONE of the vaults. My Father did not do much research, so he concluded that the bank had one single vault and that the right one was this one.

My father proceeded to take out his equipment and unlocked the safe. inside was not the artifact, but millions of dollars instead. 2 details stand out here. #1 is that the wealth was already bound and ready to go in 2 duffel bags, and #2, there was my grandfathers' black journal on top of one of the duffel bags. My father, being meddlesome, retrieved the journal and opened it to the last used page. On that page it read;

"Take the money and suffer."

My father stuffed the journal in his pouch and laughed it off. After that, my father picked up the money and turned towards the door. But standing in the doorway was a black-cloaked man. Without uncertainty, the mystery man shot my father.

From the journal of Abrax Abadi - January 30th, 2021