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My name is Calinn Andersson and I’m the son of a wealthy Aeronaut. I was born in the City of Clouds, where human kind lives peacefully together with a species we call Angli. The Angli are like humans a lot, but they have these great wings growing from their backs. My mother is an Anglica.
Her wings are soft but so very strong and her skin is dark, making her exotic purple eyes stand out. I love my mother very dear and I am sure she loves me too, even though I am extremely handicapped because I was born with one wing on my back. As a result I am unable to fly with the Angli and yet uncomfortable to walk with the Humans.  Not like I have got a choice, I have to walk even though my wing is touching the ground all the time.
As I said, my father is an Aeronaut so I rarely see him around. I don’t know what he thinks of me, but when I finish my education I will be an Airship captain just like him. In academy I am bullied, but that’s not important for now. What is important is that I have just one good friend. Her name is Ember McVey and she’s the daughter of a Scientist. Our friendship is unlikely, but it works.
Today is a big day, we get to fly a small Airboat. Those are used to bring passengers towards the patiently waiting Airships and resemble your, my readers, hot air balloons. That is, if this story ever reaches you as a whole and undamaged. The Airboats are our first steps towards a career as true Aeronauts, so I eagerly wait on the hanging bridge that lead to the harbour. With my roots, it’s basically impossible to be afraid of hights, and I am not, but every time I walk the bridge I feel like jumping off. I don’t have a dead wish, do not worry, but I just want to jump. feel the air and the speed of a free fall and then stretch my wings and….you get the idea. I better not jump. Suddenly my hand touches something, delicate gloved fingers wriggle between mine and I turn around to look straight into Embers ice-blue eyes. She smiles as she moves her orange hair out of her eyes. It’s a short cut, as required for an aeronaut, but a few playful (…) always hang into her face