Prologue

Star stared out of the dragon flies window as the terrifying air ship came closer and closer. She saw the silver glider like a fork chomping through the piercing fossil clouds. Suddenly, star recognised the menacing sound of a missile like a horrible volcanic eruption. Ear shattering holes cut through the poor little fire flies exterior as horrible as a hammer heads sharks teeth. Star turned to his master, looking at his leafy slimy body “leaping lizards! Ben stop talking rubbish.  I’m just a mechanical. Leave now. You must go.”