Early next morning I woke up before anyone else, as usual. But this time, instead of trying to fall back asleep, I got up, and changed, I grabbed another satchel and stuffed all of my clothes in there. I wanted to write a note, but grandfather stopped me.

“But why? They will wonder where I went” I pleaded.

“It is for the best that they don’t know that you are going after your mother.” Grandfather responded.

I was frustrated, but I knew grandfather was right. I ran out of the house, and went to grab the staff and messenger bag at The Old Pawn Wood Tree. Unfortunately, just as I got everything ready, I realized. How am I supposed to get anywhere without flying?

“Grandfather,” I whispered.

“Did you just realize you need to fly to get anywhere?” They asked me.

“Yeah” I muttered.

“My cloak was lost when I died, you will have to steal your grandmothers” Grandfather said with a bit of sadness in their voice.

I quickly ran to grandmothers favorite tree in hopes of finding it there. I looked around the tree and found that one of the big mushrooms growing on it was hollow. I pried it open with my nails, and found her cloak. It looked brand new, but before I could touch it, grandfather spoke.

“Don’t!” Grandfather said a little loudly.

“What?” I questioned my grandfather's sudden reaction.

“If you pick up this cloak, you will be its new owner. That’s a lot of responsibility. Usually there would be a ceremony for passing down a cloak to a younger family member, but most no longer fly, in fear the gods would punish them. Your mother put fear into this world, but with this cloak, you can put hope. I just want you to know that this cloak is named after our family, it's called The Amari Cloak. Please be careful with it, as it might be the only and last Amari Cloak.” Grandfather said, a bit worried.

“Please, trust me, I promise to not break this. But aren't cloaks repairable if you rip them?” I asked my grandfather.

“They are. But still be careful, as it takes time to repair them.” Grandfather spoke softly.

“I will!” I said, wanting to start my adventure as soon as possible.

I quickly started running towards the end of the island, staff in hand, the cloak slung over my shoulders, waving in the wind, the messenger bag hooked onto my arm. My long white hair flowed in the wind, as the trees and big blue mushrooms sped by me. My eyes caught every detail of the woods. Where I was running I had never explored before.I stopped. The sky was beautiful. Big, fluffy white clouds went beyond the horizon.

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“Before your mother was punished, you would see many children flying around, playing in the clouds, and flying from island to island. Its a shame now, the sky is so silent.” Grandfather said, his spirit shone in the bright sun.

“Well then, how do I fly?” I asked, not wanting another long boring tale of grandfather.

“Well… it's hard to explain, you sort of just jump, and let the wind guide you with your spirits high. You have to trust the cloak.” Grandfather said. It sounded crazy. Trust the cloak? I could die! But what other choice did I have?

I double checked everything in the messenger bag, so that nothing would fly out. The staff glittered. I was ready to die or soar. I jumped, and I felt free.Like nothing could stop me, the cloak took the wind and let me soar. The white fluffy clouds sped towards me. I stopped just before I went through one. What did clouds taste like? I grabbed a handful and shoved it in my mouth.

“What are you doing?” Grandfather asked me, using some of his spirit power to make a puzzled face.

“Tasting clouds!” I said, thinking it was normal.

“Really? Well, I never thought of that… What does it taste like?” Grandfather asked, still confused.

“It tastes like… the blue mushrooms on the island.” I responded.

“Really?” Grandfather asked.

“Yeah, same bland but almost fluffy flavoring, more moist though.” I said, puzzled, but satisfied that I got the answer to it.

“Well, that is neat, but you really should get going, if anyone is gone, they immediately search the skies once they find out the Amari Cloak is gone.” Grandfather said urgently.

“Right! I'll get going!” I said, excitedly.

I soared through the clouds, it felt nice, like a dream. But soon after I got out of that group of clouds and flew right into another one as soon as I could. It was nice, and it did not take a lot of energy to fly, but what I did not know is that it takes energy from the cloak.

“Wynne, your cloak is running out of energy” Grandfather spoke anxiously.

“What? That can happen?” I exclaimed.

“Yes, you need to land soon, I see an island coming up, you need to land there.” Grandfather said with a heavy sigh.

“Alright, I will,” I said, relieved that I could land somewhere.

I decided to use the cloak's remaining energy, and sped up quickly. Once I could land I did immediately, I was shocked. It was not even remotely close to what was back at home. It was just a field. Plain and boring.

“Grandfather, how long does it take the cloak to charge up again?” I asked, wanting to leave as soon as I could.

“Maybe… Hm, I think it will take enough time for you to eat, sleep and get ready for the next trip.” Grandfather said.

“I suppose it is night, I will do that.” I sighed, knowing that the sun was setting.

I took in my surroundings, it was actually very nice. The grass was tall, it brushed against my knees, there was flowers that bloomed all of the colors of the rainbow, and some old trees. I decided that it was best if I set up a spot to sleep next to one of the old trees. So I started walking there. The grass tickled me, so I had to stifle giggles every now and then. I walked up to the tree. I did not recognize its bark, but I knocked on it. It was not hollow.