Prologue

Chester glanced out if the rusting window of the Dragonfly’s airship, as the disturbing airship loomed closer. She spotted the silver glider shooting through the air like a bullet slicing through the foggy, jet black clouds blocking any sight of anything else. Alarmingly, Chester recognised the deafening noises of a missile being shot, soring the sky like an ominous earthquake. Ear damaging cracks ripped through the Dragonfly’s porcelain like exterior as easily as peeling a banana. Chester turned to his master, hiding in his feathery tawny wing, “Hooting owls, Paul! Save yourself! I’m a simple mechanimal, you’re a human more important then me! You must jump!”