Sivera was an unusual child in the bustling yet small city of Razhivaliyah which was like a village in comparison to cities like Shiyahval or Fentah. The only towering structures the city had were the walls built for protection from the outside threat. At the tender age of eight, Sivera already stood out, not for any remarkable feats or noticeable traits but for his tendency to isolate himself. The other children would spend their days playing games, shouting, and running through the cobbled streets, but Sivera preferred the quiet solitude of the gardens. He found solace under the shade of the ancient trees, where the rustling leaves whispered secrets of a world beyond the city's towering walls.
Sivera would often lie on his back in the grass, gazing up at the sky, his eyes tracking the slow drift of clouds. He marveled at the dragonflies that flitted about, their delicate wings catching the sunlight, and envied the birds that soared high above, free to go wherever they pleased. "Why must we have these walls?" he would wonder aloud, his small voice lost in the vastness of the garden. "Why can't we be free like the birds and the dragonflies?" The walls surrounding Razhivaliyah loomed large in his mind, both a physical barrier and a symbol of the limitations he felt keenly.
One day, while Sivera was lying in his usual spot, he heard a voice calling out to him. "Hey! Hey, you! What are you doing all alone?" He turned his head to see a girl standing a few feet away, her hands on her hips and a curious expression on her face. This was Miyawa Kabanatshi, a lively ten-year-old who often saw Sivera by himself and decided that he needed a friend.
"Just looking at the sky," Sivera replied, not particularly interested in making conversation. He had seen Miyawa before, always surrounded by other children, always laughing and playing. She seemed like the exact opposite of him.
"Looking at the sky, huh?" Miyawa said, plopping down beside him without an invitation. "What's so interesting up there?"
Sivera shrugged. "It's big. It's free. I like to think about flying someday."
Miyawa giggled. "Flying? That's a silly dream. But, I guess it's better than just staring at the walls all day. Why don't you ever come play with us?"
Sivera sighed. "I don't know. I just like being here."
"Well, that's going to change!" Miyawa declared with a grin. "From now on, you're coming to play with me and my friends. It'll be fun, I promise."
At first, Sivera was reluctant. He had grown used to his own company and the peacefulness of the gardens. But Miyawa was persistent. Every day, she would come to find him, dragging him away from his quiet spot and into the midst of her group of friends. They played all sorts of games, from hide and seek to tag, and slowly, Sivera found himself enjoying their company.
One afternoon, as they were taking a break from their games, Miyawa sat down next to Sivera, panting slightly from running around. "See? I told you it would be fun."
Sivera smiled, a rare sight. "Yeah, it's not so bad. Thanks for bringing me along."
Miyawa beamed at him. "That's what friends are for. Speaking of which, I haven't seen you smile much. You should do it more often. It looks good on you."
Sivera chuckled. "I'll try."
Over time, Miyawa and Sivera grew closer. She had a knack for making him laugh, for pulling him out of his shell. They spent hours together, not just playing but talking about their dreams and fears. Miyawa shared stories of her family, her ambitions of becoming a great warrior like her father, and her wish to see the world beyond the walls of Razhivaliyah.
One day, as they sat on a low stone wall overlooking the garden, Miyawa asked, "Sivera, do you ever think about leaving Razhivaliyah?"
Sivera looked thoughtful. "Sometimes. But not to go beyond the walls. I want to go up there," he pointed to the sky. "I want to fly."
Miyawa laughed. "You're really obsessed with flying, aren't you?"
Sivera grinned. "Yeah, I guess I am. What about you? What's outside these walls that you want to see so badly?"
Miyawa's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Everything! There's a whole world out there, full of places and people we've never seen. I want to explore it all. And maybe, one day, I'll even learn to fly with you."
Sivera's eyes widened. "You'd really want to fly with me?"
"Of course," Miyawa said, her voice sincere. "Friends stick together, right? Besides, who else is going to keep you from staring at the sky all day?"
Their friendship deepened with each passing day. Sivera found himself looking forward to their time together, eagerly anticipating what new adventure or conversation they might have. He no longer felt like an outsider, a lone observer of the world. With Miyawa by his side, he began to see the beauty and excitement in life beyond his solitary dreams.
One sunny afternoon, as they lay on the grass watching the clouds, Miyawa turned to Sivera and said, "You know, I've been thinking. Maybe we should try to find a way to fly. For real."
Sivera's heart skipped a beat. "You mean it?"
"Absolutely," Miyawa replied. "We could build something. Or maybe find someone who knows how to make flying machines. There has to be a way."
Sivera's mind raced with possibilities. "But... we're just kids. Do you really think we can do it?"
Miyawa smiled confidently. "Of course we can. We just need to believe in ourselves. And who knows? Maybe we'll discover something amazing along the way."
That conversation sparked a new sense of purpose in Sivera. He and Miyawa spent their days dreaming up plans, drawing sketches of flying machines, and gathering bits of information from anyone who might know something about flight. They would sneak into the city's library, poring over ancient texts and schematics, their imaginations fueled by the stories of inventors and adventurers who had dared to defy gravity.
In the dimly lit corners of the library, surrounded by the smell of old parchment and the rustle of turning pages, Sivera and Miyawa would lose themselves in the world of possibilities. One word, in particular, stuck in their minds:
'Yahunyens'.
Every time they came across it, it seemed to be associated with groundbreaking advancements in flight. The Yahunyens were always mentioned in awe, as if they were the ultimate pioneers of aviation.
"Who do you think these Yahunyens are?" Miyawa asked one day, her finger tracing the intricate designs in a book filled with ancient blueprints.
Sivera leaned in, his eyes shining with curiosity. "I think they're geniuses. They must have been the ones who created all these amazing flying machines. Can you imagine meeting them and learning their secrets?"
Miyawa grinned. "That would be incredible. We could ask them how they managed to turn dreams into reality. Maybe they could even teach us how to build our own flying machine."
Their fascination with the Yahunyens grew with each passing day. They would spend hours discussing the possibilities, their conversations filled with wonder and excitement.
"Look at this design," Sivera said one afternoon, pointing to a particularly complex diagram. "It says here that the Yahunyens used something called 'aerodynamic principles' to make their machines fly. I wonder what that means."
Miyawa peered over his shoulder. "It sounds like they understood how to make the air work for them, like how birds use their wings to glide. Maybe if we study enough, we can figure it out too."
They continued their exploration, delving deeper into the world of the Yahunyens. They learned about lift, thrust, and the importance of wing shapes. They discovered how different materials could affect the weight and balance of a flying machine. The more they learned, the more their admiration for the Yahunyens grew.
One evening, as they sat on a hill overlooking the city, watching the sunset thinking how satisfying it'd look from outside the walls, Sivera turned to Miyawa with a determined look in his eyes. "One day, I'm going to meet the Yahunyens. I'm going to ask them how they did it, how they made their dreams come true."
Miyawa smiled, her eyes reflecting the same determination. "And I'll be right there with you. We'll show them our designs, and maybe they'll even help us build our own flying machine like I said before you know."
The thought filled them with a sense of purpose. They continued to study and dream, their conversations becoming more detailed and elaborate. They would sit for hours, sketching out new designs and debating the best ways to achieve flight.
"Do you think the Yahunyens had to deal with failures?" Sivera asked one day, his brow furrowed in concentration as he looked on a particularly tricky part of a blueprint.
"Of course," Miyawa replied. "Every great inventor faces setbacks. But they learn from their mistakes and keep going. That's what makes them great."
Sivera nodded, his resolve strengthening. "Then we'll do the same. No matter how many times we fail, we'll keep trying until we succeed."
Their conversations often took on a life of their own, filled with both technical details and wild flights of fancy.
"What if we could build a machine that not only flies but also can go underwater?" Miyawa suggested one afternoon, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Sivera's eyes widened at the thought. "That would be amazing! We could explore the skies and the seas. We could discover new worlds, just like the Yahunyens."
Their dreams grew bigger with each passing day. They envisioned flying machines that could travel vast distances, exploring uncharted territories and discovering new civilizations. They imagined themselves as pioneers, following in the footsteps of the Yahunyens.
Other day, they stumbled upon a particularly old and worn-out book, hidden in the back of the library. Its pages were yellowed with age, and the cover was barely legible. But inside, they found detailed accounts of the Yahunyens' greatest achievements.
"Look at this," Sivera said, his voice filled with awe. "It says here that the Yahunyens once built a machine that could travel faster than the speed of sound. Can you imagine what that must have been like?"
Miyawa's eyes widened. "That sounds incredible! I wonder how they managed to do it."
They spent hours poring over the book, absorbing every detail. They learned about the challenges the Yahunyens faced, the breakthroughs they achieved, and the legacy they left behind. It was as if they were getting to know these legendary figures personally, and their admiration for them only grew.
As they read, they began to incorporate the Yahunyens' principles into their own designs. They experimented with different materials which were simply mechanical garbage that Sivera's father who was a mechanic used to throw but both of them never knew if all that was garbage and that those parts were not used for making flying machines. They tested various shapes, and constantly refined their ideas. Their conversations became more technical, filled with discussions about aerodynamics, propulsion systems, and structural integrity.
Some evening, as they were working on a particularly challenging problem, Sivera looked up at Miyawa and said, "Do you ever wonder if the Yahunyens had someone to guide them, like we have each other?"
Miyawa smiled. "I'm sure they did. No one achieves greatness alone. They probably had friends, mentors, and fellow dreamers who supported and inspired them."
Sivera nodded. "Then we'll do the same. We'll support each other, no matter what. We'll be each other's Yahunyens."
Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, their shared dreams forging a deep and unbreakable connection. They became more than just friends; they became partners in a grand adventure, united by their passion for flight and their admiration for the Yahunyens.
Another day, as they were sitting in their favorite spot in the garden, Miyawa turned to Sivera and said, "Do you think we'll ever really meet the Yahunyens?"
Sivera's eyes shone with determination. "I don't know. But even if we don't, we'll keep their spirit alive through our own work. We'll honor their legacy by continuing to dream, to invent, and to explore."
Miyawa nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "And who knows? Maybe one day, someone will read about our adventures and feel the same way about us as we do about the Yahunyens."
Their dreams became a silver lining, guiding them through the challenges and obstacles they faced. They knew that their journey wouldn't be easy, but they were determined to keep going, fueled by their shared passion and the legacy of the Yahunyens.
As they grew older, their designs became more sophisticated, their knowledge more profound. They continued to spend countless hours in the library, learning everything they could about flight and the mysteries of the skies. Their conversations evolved, filled with technical jargon and in-depth discussions about aerodynamics, propulsion systems, and the intricacies of engineering.
"Do you think we'll ever be able to build a flying machine as advanced as the Yahunyens'?" Miyawa asked one day, her eyes filled with wonder.
Sivera smiled. "I don't know. But I believe we can come close. We've learned so much, and we have each other. As long as we keep pushing forward, nothing is impossible."
They never knew what they were doing, but they were just possessed by determination to do something in the whole day, if not achieve something, at least learn and enjoy whatever non sense they did.
One time, as they were working on a particularly challenging problem, Miyawa looked up and said, "You know, Sivera, I've been thinking. Maybe the Yahunyens weren't just inventors. Maybe they were dreamers, like us. They saw the world not as it was, but as it could be."
Sivera nodded thoughtfully. "I think you're right. They had the courage to dream big, to imagine the impossible. And they had the determination to make those dreams a reality."
Their conversations often took on a philosophical tone, as they pondered the nature of invention and the power of dreams.
"Do you think the Yahunyens ever doubted themselves?" Sivera asked one evening, as they watched the sunset from their favorite hill.
Miyawa shrugged. "Probably. Everyone has doubts. But the important thing is that they didn't let those doubts stop them. They kept pushing forward, no matter what."
Sivera smiled. "Then we'll do the same. We'll face our doubts and keep moving forward. We'll make our dreams come true, just like the Yahunyens."
"By the way, their names are kinda hard to pronounce, don't you think?" Sivera continued.
"Isn't that the reason we just call them Yahunyens?" Miyawa replied as she chuckled.
Sivera gazed upon the falling sun that seemed like it was submerging inside the wall before it could go down the horizon and begun, "Man, I wish we could just go beyond these walls, at least for now, before we learn flying, because there is just nothing here, we have no parts, no raw material, no Yahunyens of course who would teach us, I have no idea why we don't have freedom outside the walls, what is the actual problem?"
"Maybe there are some monsters outside the walls I guess?" replied Miyawa with her not-so-sure tone.
"But these Yahunyens live outside the walls, don't they? If they can face monsters, then we should learn from them." Sivera admired the Yahunyens like his own pride.
"Whoa, you are insanely fanboying over Yahunyens, aren't you?" Miyawa replied to tease him.
"Hey no, nothing like that, I am a fan of myself that's all and no one else, I just admire them."
"That is what you call fanboying, but you are more like fangirling, lol."
"Oiii! Seems like you wanna pick a fight, HUH?!"
"I'll still beat you, fangirl."
And with that, Miyawa kept teasing him the whole remaining day which annoyed Sivera, lol. 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Extra Information:
Razhivaliyah was a city defined by its colossal walls, towering 10,000 feet high, second only to the Mackenas Tower. These ancient walls, constructed a thousand years ago, were built for protection, shaping the lives of its inhabitants who lived within their confines for generations. In Sivera's time, life inside the city was marked by a blend of modest technological advancements and a deep sense of history. The streets were filled with small, fuel-free cars powered by intricate mechanisms, an evidence to the talent of the city's inventors.
The city's architecture was a mix of ancient stone buildings and newer structures made of brick and metal. The central marketplace bustled with activity, filled with vendors, children playing, and the hum of passing cars. Despite its advancements, Razhivaliyah was a city bound by tradition and a deep respect for its past, with the city's library serving as a central repository of knowledge, but Sivera never read everything, nor was reading the history appreciated and was restricted to children especially. Anyways, both Sivera and Miyawa didn't care for too much history and only looked at what they wanted to, what actually interested them.
The allure of the world beyond the walls was a siren call for the adventurous souls of Razhivaliyah. Over the centuries, there were those who could not resist the urge to explore what lay beyond the city's towering barriers. These intrepid explorers embarked on perilous journeys, some never returned. The fate of these adventurers became the stuff of legends, their stories whispered among the city's residents. Those who did return brought back with them tales of horrors beyond the walls and how they spied on the Yahunyens and how some of their friends got killed.
These returning explorers documented their findings, their writings forming the core of the library's collection on the outside world. Through their accounts, the people of Razhivaliyah learned of vast deserts, dense forests, towering mountains, and endless oceans. They read about cities that sprawled across the land without the confines of protective walls, where people lived under open skies to run behind their freedom and traveled great distances.
Despite its rich history and advancements, Razhivaliyah eventually fell into decay and we all know why. The mighty walls were reduced to ruins, and the city became a post-apocalyptic shell of its former self. The bustling marketplaces and thriving neighborhoods fell silent, the echoes of a lost civilization haunted the crumbling streets.