Prologue

Doverrie glared out of the glass as the darkness grew out of the sky. She saw tiny parts of black rain down like snow on Christmas dawn. She heard the whisper of gasps from outside, like a runner after a long marathon. She sensed the bitter smoke from the engine as the darkness crept closer to the ship, like a black blanket covering a snow-like bed.

Glancing to her owner, Doverrie chirped “By all means Jack, it is time for you to jump! It’s humans before birds for love’s sake.”

Chapter 1- The escape plan

Carefully leaning against the back gate of Harvard Highschool, Jake Rivera examined the playground. Nobody seemed to be around and within seconds, Jake started sprinting towards Cheleston street and freedom. At the end of the street, Jake paused to a halt and reached onto an iron gate to regain his breath.

He opened up the package once more to read through the horrible news. His uncle, Alan Cartman, had his airship crash into an avalanche. It was very abnormal because his last words had been, “Spend your time wisely.” He had spent many nights trying to think about how he could fulfill this throughout life.

At that moment, he heard a quiet chirp and a snow-white tail come from the bushes. “My goodness Jack, you took your sweet time getting out didn’t you?” exhaled Doverrie.

“Give me a break Doverrie! I used up a lot of my time for you.” justified Jack, as he grabbed his bag back from the icy path ahead of them. “You ready to go now?”

That afternoon, Tilly was surprised to see Jake and Doverrie standing in front of McTackleman’s cafe. “Did the snowglobe get auctioned off Jake?” questioned Doverrie. Jake devastatingly nodded his head. The snowglobe was a special item that was gifted to Jack by his mother. He had held it in his hands every Christmas night to remind him of his mother. Though, sometimes it didn’t work due to him being as still as a beetle. On the edges of the snowglobe, they had been hand-painted by the owner of McTackleman’s cafe. It made a shatter of tears in Jack’s eyes. “Sorry,” muttered Tilly, looking up at Jack.

“Let’s not get carried away now children!” chirped Doverrie. “We need to take the train back to Dovesdale and begin the escapade before some gritty foxes decide to claim it as their own.”