Floating High, high above Mundus, completely shrouded within snow white mists and near impossible to find nor detect by those on the surface, lives a floating island.

A utopia separated from the world below and made up of many different biomes.

Within, a simple river, twisting and turning like a dragon but clear and calm, reflecting the beauty of the heavens. Dewy grass lines the riverbanks as the sun just rises over the cliff faces that surround the valley the river is located within.

A disharmony of sounds, most belonged to birds and fish jumping in and out of the water, brightened up the banks, and were accompanied by the rustling of the leaves and branches of the treetops by the gust of the wind.

The sun had only just begun to rise and died the normally snow-white mists with a brilliant golden colour creating a brilliant spectacle few would get to enjoy within their lives.

A gentle but swift breeze, distinct from all the others, began to form and then just as easily disappeared, replaced by a young boy.

The boy was about 12 years old and slightly smaller than average height for his age, he had an average build but if a skilled warrior was to observe him closely, they would see that his body had been tempered from extensive training from an incredibly young age.

He had emerald green eyes with a slight serpentine slit and a mixture of black and white hair atop his head, coiling around his right arm was a strange tattoo that illustrates a bright green serpent with two giant bird wings. Dressed in black pants and an ordinary white Polo shirt that you could buy from any ordinary clothes store and a shining emerald green jacket that reached just below his knees and was adorned with golden leaves floating within the wind.

The boy showed little expression as he lowered down a bucket to collect some water.

“chirp, chirp, chirp” cried a bird causing the boy to look up.

The bird was flying erratically, left and right, up and down all around him, constantly chirping to get his attention.

“Something is wrong?” states the boy as he looks at the bird.

The boy simply closed his eyes before a pair of majestic rainbow-coloured bird wings emerges from his back.

With a single giant wingbeat, the boy ascended to the same height as the erratic bird and within seconds, they were flying, rushing through the wind with great haste, it wasn’t long before they arrived at their destination.

At the base of a great oak tree lay a wounded bird, one of its wings broken and unable to fly while a snake was inching closer with every second.

The boy didn’t waste any time, he dived straight towards the injured bird and with another giant wingbeat, kicked up a slight dust cloud before landing in front of the snake.

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to find your breakfast elsewhere, this bird still has things it needs to do,” The boy said to the snake in a calming tone that caused the snake to freeze where it lay, looking up towards a branch of the tree, a nest lay, with three eggs sitting within.

The snake followed the boy's gaze and saw the nest, for a few seconds, there was silence, the snake silently staring at the boy before it slithered away.

The boy seeing this, directed his gaze back towards the injured bird, drawing a strange symbol in the air with his finger, it lingers in the air for a split second before scattering into a million smaller lights and entering the injured bird’s body.

The flying bird seeing this started to chirp in alarm and worry but the boy simply looked up towards the bird.

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“It’s ok, those lights won’t hurt your mate, they’re to help me figure out how to heal her,” The boy says towards the bird, calming it down.

It takes a few seconds but suddenly, some slight sections of the injured bird's wing suddenly light up.

“Fractured bone and slight muscle tear on the left-wing, should heal on its own if given enough time, but I think I can help out with that,” the boy says before picking up the injured bird, “healing Light.”

A small orb surrounds the bird's broken wing before a bright flash of light erupts.

As the light dies down, the happy chirps of a bird could be heard as the injured bird lifts off the boy’s hand and meet the other bird in the air, no signs of a previous injury.

A slight smile emerges on the boy’s face before he flies away, it takes mere moments before he arrives back at the river and resumes his job of collecting water.

Once the bucket was full, a distinct gentle breeze encircled the boy and the bucket before he suddenly disappeared.

At the base of the biggest tree anyone could imagine, sat a small wooden cottage, a bit run down but overall in good condition with a nice garden.

The boy suddenly appeared in the front garden and went to walk inside when the door suddenly flung open and a human-sized missile flew towards him.

“BIG BROTHER ZUMA!” shouted the missile as it latched onto the boy like a baby koala, knocking him down and causing the water bucket to go flying into the air.

The loud thud attracts the attention of someone within the house, as the person reaches the door, she noticed what was going on and sighed.

“Lily, why don’t you get off Zuma and allow him to bring the water inside,” said the person at the door.

As soon as she hears those, the little missile unattached herself and allowed Zuma to stand.

The missiles true form was that of an adorable little angel, or at least that’s what people would think if they saw her. About 9 years old, in a cute ice blue one-piece dress, straight long black hair that reached below her waist, large Amethyst purple eyes and a mysterious intelligent yet still childish aura surrounding her.

“It’s fine Quetzalcoatl,” The boy says as he turns his gaze towards the women standing at the door

A strikingly sexy beauty stood at the door, with a flawless hourglass figure, she wore Amazonia style clothes that revealed way too much of her flawless skin, emerald green snake eyes and long black hair reached down to just below her knees and perfectly framed her face.

She was Quetzalcoatl, Ancient Mesoamerican God of Wind, Rain, Light, mercy, justice, Learning, Agriculture, creation, the morning sun and many others, her true form is that of a primordial feathered serpent or dragon that embodies the duality of the heavens and the earth.

Zuma is also Quetzalcoatl’s Proxy.

“Geez, Zuma, you spoil her too much,” the women at the door says as she motions the two kids to enter the cottage but just when Zuma was about to enter the door, she gives him a light tap on the shoulder and points upwards, “would you mind bringing that down?”

Zuma turns and looks at where Quetzalcoatl was pointing and noticed, floating in mid-air was the bucket he had used to collect water.

“Oh, right, sorry, forgot about it,” Zuma said before giving a slight wave of his hand, only for the bucket to start falling fast.

Zuma rushes forwards and catches the bucket but when he looks inside, at least half of the water was missing, it was only at this time that Zuma noticed some wet patches on the ground that weren’t there previously.

He started walking back to the door when an immense feeling of weight suddenly came over him, his whole body felt like he was carrying a huge heavy boulder and with every step, the weight just increased.

By the time he reached the door, it felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back but with trembling hands, he handed Quetzalcoatl the bucket, he takes maybe two more steps before falling unconscious with a loud thud.

Quetzalcoatl notices this and reacts quickly, she picked him up and with a single step, appeared before a bed that was on the other side of the cottage, she quickly placed him down and was about to leave the room when the door suddenly opened and Lily came rushing in.

Slightly pale and with tears in her eyes, she just couldn’t stay still as she looked all around the room.

“Lily, calm down, Zuma just fainted, he’s not in any danger,” Quetzalcoatl says, startling the worried little girl, she turns and looks at Quetzalcoatl before rushing into her embrace.

“But, but, I heard a loud thud and, and”

“And don’t you remember about what I told you, this room is special, it can help heal your big brother Zuma whenever he uses his ability incorrectly,” Quetzalcoatl says while stroking Lily’s hair in an attempt to calm her down.

“So, so, big brother Zuma won’t die?” Lily mutters in a hurried tone causing Quetzalcoatl to smile

“Of course, he won’t, there’s no way he would die and leave his cute little sister behind, but we have to let the room do its job,” Quetzalcoatl says while trying to guide Lily towards the door.

Lily seemed reluctant to leave but with Quetzalcoatl’s reassurance that Zuma was in no trouble, slowly exited the room.

As soon as they exited the room, Quetzalcoatl turned around and looked at the unconscious Zuma, a slight frown emerging before she shuts the door.