The night was colder than usual. It was even drizzling a bit as she ran towards the waterfall, throwing her cycle behind. It was her favourite spot on earth. She could cry her soul out without another prying on her. It gave her calm. She forgot about the abuse, the heart aches and the uncertainty that was to come. She was sitting on that corner of her, looking at the crystal clear water rippling while the moon decorated it with its shine. And then in that popple she saw something that outshone the luminous moon. Something that made the storm inside her heart dead silent. Something that now was a face with a name, Caspian.

'Dear diary

Wings are a great accesory, don't you think? Well great is subjected to perspective though. What I mean is it's easier than limbs by appearance atleast. Wings are better suited to realise escape for a wonderlust. But escape to where? Only if only you could be at peace, at peace with creator and creation, your very origin. If only you could be complete nothing else mattered anyone.but thoughts are just thoughts, products of us thinking, just exactly what the brains designed to do. But what about the heart can it think too? Or does it just feel? Well nothing much to say now anymore. That it for today's

Just as she wrapped up for the day and looked out of the glass window a burst of cool moonlight lit up her tired face. This was a day before her little accident at the waterfall. Lea had a habit of scribbling down her emotional outbursts. Voices in her head she couldn't verbalise amid all the chaos of her life. It was like flushing out or detoxing. Things weren't all good as usual. The school was too stressful, works not done, the store keeper was mad at her for not giving her fullest, the step father was drunk, the mother was helpless, the half sister was very very sick. But the voices in her head kept growing louder and it all seemed like a big pile of mess. It was like an open cage whose door wasn't locked but there was an invisible chain pulling her back. Escape seemed impossible even if she wanted it so bad.

Caspian was surrounded by more than fifty men, women and hybrids. Everyone trying to adjust something on his armour suit which he would be wearing at the Royal Incorporation Day. It wasn't same like every year. This was his 26th birthyear.That was a benchmark in the Capitol city of sierra.

. You see, at that age one had the most physical and mental stability to manoeuvre active ion through one self. Take control of their body, travel realms unhindered and also aptly handle after shocks. Caspian though was a adept realm traveller, he had no intention or desire to attend the party his parents were throwing the next day at the Incorporation. The exact words he told them were "i'd rather be a solo sailor than join this bigot of a circus"

Of course they were furious. After a heated argument following this,Caspian the black sheep of the family, didn't care much and took off without attending the feast, as excepted, after all.

The realm he had travelled to was Leas world. After taking a few breaths of relief when he returned, he accidentally linked Lea with his time. when she slipped , she finally ended up in sierra, bumping in a realm or two on the way.

It was a place as beautiful as it gets.sweeping pods scuttling everywhere cleaning the air and walls. Floating houses with floral speakers and surveillance systems. Stairways heading up the clouds where it meets the play areas. Hybrids talking to each other as they collect the daily requirements from the soil below. Some waving from above to the ones down below. Peope were mostly in door in Sierra. Flawless and elegant, almost mistaken for a statue or a live doll. However a little far away from the city you could hear hustle bustle of people swishing up and down with their jet sneakers to find whatever they could to survive.Survive without becoming food for the Hay Feeders, or melt in the soil below or be killed by the Hybrid police patrol of the Capitol