A small spattering of people right around his own age had begun to gather on the pier. Anton could see their tense, awkward movements and knew almost immediately that he had found others like himself. It perked him up, making his tired back straighten and his eyes lock on the others where before...
Anton would never understand airships.
First off, the main deck where cold air whipped about you was not supposed to be for passengers, at least he was told that. Anton found issue with this, and instead allbut lived in the long rigging ropes and pullies and crates of cargo, exploring ashe...
Anton sat across from the small man who had randomly came into his life, slouched against the corner of a moving carriage. He fought the knot in his stomach, head swimming from the last few moments he shared with his family. It may have just been a half-day since they had departed, but his heart...
Anton's heart pounded in his chest in time to his feet, which thundered across an icy path. He trod on every branch he could as he sped down the way, and brushed his shoulder against every low hanging limb, making thunderous crash as he went. He heard more sounds all around him in this white...
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