Summary of Prologue Part Two:
After losing his father to the intruders, Hoban would run away from them as they stepped into Juneau and began to wipe out the city population. Hoban would ride on a boat to leave the city just before Juneau exploded. He would then encounter the aftermath of the explosion (a shockwave and a tsunami wave) before leaving the Gastineau channel safely.
200 years later……
The picture above is the map of the stage of the series, showing the three cavars. (Map made by Anthony Kong)
Location: Island of Sivoris, Near the city of Giav. Tavar: Leois, in the Gamia Cavar (Near present day Kitty Hawk, North Carolina)
Date: 8/21/2299
“I need three big pulls from you guys before we launch the plane,” said Dos. “Alright,” replied Cwelie, who began to pull on the machine crank.
They were currently about to launch their metallic gliders for their science project. Two out of the three gliders were already in the air, while the third one was the one that they were about to launch.
The launching machine itself was made up of a central metal piece with technological components extending from the front of the metal piece to the opposite side of it. Near the back of the metal piece were the controls of the launcher, an air pump, and other components that would help launch the plane. On top of the launcher is the glider, which is a light plane that has a smooth white fuselage with thin white wings and tail. It also had the school logo printed onto the vertical stabilizer of the plane.
Once Cwelie and her other classmate Mauritus pulled back the machine crank, the system was ready. Dos sat in the cockpit taking deep breaths. This was it. The result of three months of hard work accumulating to now.
He peered over the cockpit controls and studied everything carefully. Knobs, dials, buttons, check.
Once everything was ready to go, he signaled to Cwelie and Mauritus to start the launcher. They positioned the launcher so that it faced upward, then they both cranked the launch handle. The launcher released, propelling the plane upward towards the sky.
Dos began to pull on the yoke and eventually he was 500 feet high. After making it to about 7000 feet he peered over and looked at the beauty of the land and the ocean. After he saw this, he started steering to face his destination towards the island of Crosn, which was located West of the long island of Sivoris.
Dos then started his assignment of gathering water droplets from clouds in the air. This would be an important part of their science project. The water would be collected from the clouds through three cone-shaped water collecting devices which were placed on the aircraft’s nose and wings. Flying the aircraft through the clouds would cause the liquid to go into the devices. Once the liquid was inside of the device, it would then move to a water tank located inside of the plane.
And so Dos went through a few clouds as the glider slowly descended to the ground. The sky had a lot of dark clouds, so it didn’t take long before he had a decent amount of water filled in the water tank.
After Dos finished his assignment, he looked down and saw the waves in the ocean going against the shore like it was trying to conquer the land. When Dos saw this, he closed his eyes, remembering a flashback. Of him and his father playing together in the sand. Of him finding a conch shell and listening to the sound of the ocean whisper into his ear. The memories of the ocean were vast and great. Dos was actually reminiscing too much because he flew over the island where he was supposed to land on.
When he noticed this, Dos panicked, because he knew that he didn’t have enough height to make a turn-around. It was possible that he was going to crash. “Great Grapes!” Dos said. He turned on the radio and declared “Darty two, Darty two” multiple times. It was a signal word that meant that he was in trouble. Mawlie responded quickly. “Dos, are you okay?” “No, not at all,” Dos replied. “I accidently missed the landing spot.” “Oh no, that’s not good. Is there a possible place to land?” “Nope, everywhere is just high slopes or the ocean.” That was what Dos was going to say until he saw a piece of flat land in the distance, about two hundred yards away. The place had bumps and some rocks, but it was flat overall, and landing on it was possible. “I’m gonna land on this flat piece of land that has a few bumps,” Dos said. “Wish me luck.”
As Dos compiled his courage for the landing, panic tried to conquer him. He wondered if he would live, or if he would die right away on impact. He quickly turned on the flaps and the landing gear.
When he reached 100 feet, Dos moved his aircraft downwards towards the flat region. He took deep breaths as the airplane altitude meter started saying the altitude in genitts: “50, 40, 30, 20, 10 Alfo, Alfo, Alfo.”
Once the plane dashboard started to reiterate the word “Alfo,” the aircraft landed on the flat surface of the hill.
Dos took a deep breath of relief as he realized that he was going to be safe.
But all of a sudden, something bumped against the left landing gear. Then the whole entire plane rapidly turned to the right.
“Crap.” Dos said. He had hit something.
The glider went off course and began to tumble down the hill. It turned and turned and turned, and as for Dos, he held on tight to the yolk as the plane rolled across the ground. The glider began to lose its parts from the pressure. By the time the plane reached the bottom of the hill, only the fuselage remained.
Once the plane rolled to the bottom, it headed straight towards a boulder.
Dos screamed when he saw the incoming obstruction. “I’m going to die,” he thought. He tried to move the plane by steering the joystick or by turning off the flaps, but it did nothing that would change the direction of where the plane was going.
Luckily, there was a small boulder in the way that the plane bumped into, which changed the direction. In the end, it lightly hit a tree, and then stopped.
Dos sat in the cockpit, taking deep breaths. He opened the cockpit door and started to make his way out to the ground. He had survived the crash.
