Captains of the Sky

Today I shall be sharing a songfiction (a short story based off of a song) with all of you. Titled “Captains of the Sky” this is based off of the song “Captains of the Sky” by Sky Sailing (aka Owl City aka Adam Young).

It’s a good song, you should listen to it and then read my songfic 🙂


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Artwork credit: Me 🙂

The sun rose bright and early, setting the world into motion, and the boy awoke with it, flinging himself out of bed. Dashing to the window, he saw the fields across the street and inhaled, feeling his heart beginning to race. The light had not yet banished the shadows from his small room. The silhouettes of model airplanes danced on the green papered wall. Not taking the time to change out of his pajamas, he grabbed the few things he needed, and flew down the steps, nearly falling before he grabbed the railing.

Slamming doors and fleeing feet brought him to her house. She was waiting for him in her driveway, clothed in her pajamas. Having just woken up herself, her face was bright as it reflected the rosy rays of the sun. “Look!” the boy exclaimed, pointing upwards breathlessly.

The girl followed his gaze, her mouth open wide in amazement. Sailboats flew through the air far overhead. “That’s where your dad is?”

The boy nodded vigorously. “I’m going to join him up there!” He dashed away before the girl knew what he was doing and grabbed her bike. The girl stared at him as as he strapped on his helmet and goggles, which he had grabbed from his room. “Ben!” she cried in alarm as he put his hands on the handlebars and his feet to the pedals. “What are you doing?”

“There’s magic in the air, can’t you feel it?” he whispered, pausing momentarily, but before she could respond he took off. In moments he was airborne, the bicycle propelled with what could only be magic. His laughter rang throughout the valley. The girl dashed to the end of the driveway, not wishing to be left behind. He remained in the air for only a short amount of time before he came back, pedals whirling.

Smiling, he held his hand out to her, the bike hovering only inches from the blades of grass. Nervous, but not willing to be scared, she took his hand and squealed as he ascended into the sky with her in his arms. The cool summer wind stung her cheeks, filling her lungs with the smell of pine and the taste of lemon. Her short brown hair flew behind her, tickling the boy’s freckled nose. Below them, the town, like a map, spread out for miles in all directions. It was impossible to tell which houses were their own as they looked down upon the roofs.

Pedaling faster, the boy propelled them into the nearest cloud. Delightedly, the girl took handfuls of the clouds, and blew, spreading the fluffy substance around, small bits coming to land on her nose and in her hair, dampening them with the water inside. She turned around to see the boy, ready to throw some cloud into his face, but she found he was no longer on the bike. “Ben!”

“I’m building a hangar!” he replied. She saw that he was in the cloud right below hers, molding the clouds with his hands and his breath, creating a runway. Laughing, she fitted her feet to the pedals, brought the bike down next to him, and began to help. Above, the sailboats and airplanes continued to soar, not knowing of the two children who had just discovered the magic of flight.

This was not the first time the two friends had attempted to fly. The first time was a long time ago, at the beginning of their friendship. Ben had shown her his room, and proceeded to fold a paper airplane that matched one of his models. “I can fly too,” he bragged after throwing the paper plane across the room, watching it soar across invisible air currents, finally taking flight out of the window and into the sky. “Will you try with me?” he asked, and she had decided to come.

Standing at the top of the staircase, they both jumped, following his instructions. They were airborne for a moment, several moments which gave her the hope that they might just be able to soar right out of the front door and follow the airplane, but it was only a second before they crashed to the kitchen floor, their moment of triumph crushed, but she knew Ben never gave up hope that he could fly again someday. He practiced every day since then, trying to jump off various tall items, or riding his bike as fast as he could down the road, like an airplane down a runway. He chased every strand of magic in the hope that it would bring him his dream, but to no avail. Not until today.

Now the two of them were airborne, blowing the clouds around their hangar. The girl took the bike back down to her house, slipped in through her bedroom window, and grabbed a ream of paper. They spent that sweet summer afternoon sitting on a cloud, folding paper airplanes which they sent off into the distance. They whispered words into them, hoping the strangers who received them would be encouraged by them when they found the small planes sitting on the back porch or the windowsill.

Night descended and they had no intentions of returning home. The cloud had taken them across the valley, and the new view showed them the mountains that were no longer purple. Now they could see the trees growing upon the rocky slopes and the flocks of birds soaring beneath them.

Birds flocked to their hangar. Ben, in a spirit of recklessness decided he was going to join them. The girl barely protested, and watched from the edge of the cloud as he jumped into the air, a mile from the ground, and soared with the birds, his arms outstretched, touching the bright blue wings of the birds beside him. In minutes, he had her joining him, laughing together as the currents of wind took them across the sky, silhouetted against the stars. Soaring up and up, the girl felt certain she could touch them. “I’ll get you one,” Ben promised, almost reading her mind.

He spread his arms like wings and soared higher, his hands folding around a tiny diamond of light, plucking it from the expansive garden of night. Flying back, he presented his gift to the girl. It was no bigger than a daisy, and shaped just like one. She tucked it in her hair and they returned to the cloud.

The morning dawned, the birds flew high, and joined them on their cloud, lifting their voices in song—a beautiful song that the children echoed with their voices. Crawling to the edge of the cloud on their stomachs, they found they were just above their street. They saw their mothers in their yards, and they waved at them. “We should go back down,” she told him.

Ben was in the middle of folding an airplane, his hands frozen upon the center fold. His eyes were looking into the sky. “I’d rather be here,” he told her.

She placed a hand on his. “We’re captains of the sky now. We can come up here whenever we want.”

Giving a sigh of agreement, he took the last piece of paper and folded it meticulously. He whispered in it a soft message, meant for only one person, and sent it off into the sky. It flew up and up into the mass of ships. The magic that had befriended the two children took it exactly where it needed to go.

As the last of the ships passed the horizon, a bicycle carried a boy and a girl down to the ground, to the embraces of their mothers, and a father received a message, wishing him well upon his adventure.


So, I hope you all liked that!

Let me know in the comments if you enjoyed and you want me to post my other songfics (there’s more where this came from). Though you don’t have a choice. Muahaha

Today I leave to go work on support staff at White Sulpher Springs for two weeks (Well, a little more than that). I will be gone until the 24th, and therefore will not be responding to comments or any other type of internet fueled communication. I will be posting more songfics over the next few weeks (yay for scheduling), so look forward to those 🙂

much love,

Catherine

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