between all and none of them; it’s a gift for mankind, a present from the oldest Aserian High-Guardians, Eve and Aaron who asked the most talented humans to build these craft to share the sense of flying with their protected ones. Or maybe not; whatever the truth was, mankind used these fast, graceful, and highly maneuverable craft to travel throughout the twelve provinces and reach even the farthest corners of Eecrys Aredia.
Eion, her father sat near the claws, resting in the lush green grass under the shade of the craft with closed eyes and whistling softly. Her mother grinned mischievously and put a finger to her lips to show Aurora and Grace to stay quiet. They rounded the craft in silence to catch Eion by surprise. As they approached, the young mother put little Aurora down and nodded to her children; it was time to catch their beloved prey.
Grace let Aurora get to Eion first. The youngest jumped at her father to initiate their play fight. As always their father let Aurora win and after a short fight, it was not surprising that Aurora emerged as the victor.
“I got you,” Aurora grinned.
“Give me mercy, little princess,” her father begged.
“I would never hurt you, father,” Aurora threw her arms around his neck in a loving embrace.
“I know you would never hurt anyone,” Eion stood up with his daughter.
“Some children are certainly making a lot of noise today,” the motherly tone addressed the eternal child soul of her husband as she joined them along with Grace, who still held her papyrus and pencil in her hand. “I hope we didn’t make you wait.” The young woman smiled with a little twinge of conscience as she stepped closer to her husband.
“For you, I can wait forever, my love. You know that.” He gave his beloved wife a great kiss, and then passed Aurora to her. Eion smiled at his children. “Are you ready to go?”
Margey and Grace nodded with smiles, but Aurora looked up at the large silver flying machine, right to the top with her big curious eyes.
“Are we going to fly with birdie?” her tiny voice asked with excitement building.
“Yes, sister. We’re going to fly,” Grace explained.
Grace grinned as Aurora quickly padded to the large metallic claw of the sleeping bird and stroked it lovingly. “Chosovi. Wake up. Wake up,” she whispered and called the bird by the name she personally named the Anshara – in the dialect of the neighboring province of Seriana, instead of their native one. The silver hull of the craft gleamed in the sapphire sunlight and the name perfectly described the sleeping bird, but Grace knew her sister was calling the Anshara a Blue Bird for a different reason.
Throughout the twelve provinces of Eecrys Aredia, many aura-based technologies helped the people and the mechanical, mighty and ultimately beautiful flying craft; Ansharas, Kerecsens and Sanayras were one of them. They used the spirit will of the humans to fly. These majestic flying machines, fashioned to imitate predatory birds, revealed the true nature of the controlling spirit to any who saw them. And soon, her father’s will, his aura would give life to Chosovi.
Aurora looked back at her father. “He will wake up soon,” her determined voice insisted. “Hurry,” she waved to her family. “We should get in before Chosovi flies away.” The little one already hurried under the Anshara’s belly and stood on the small circle shaped hull plate that connected to the belly of the craft above.
A small pedestal stood with a crystal ball embedded in the hull circle. Her father touched the small crystal ball that filled with azure light; his aura gave it the power to lift. The metal circle slowly lifted all four of them up into the craft.
The interior was large enough to house four persons. Strange shaped comfortable cushion-like seats crouched on the floor, one for the master who controlled the craft in front and another in the middle plus two behind them in a row. Two large half crystal