Book2:KigdomIteDreams

ntyshadowofthesmall,exquisitehelicopterstreakedacrosstheclearblueskiesaheairbaseontherightoftheTwinPeaks,asthefierysungraduallysanktowardsthewest.ThepurringoftheheliciractedtheattentionofAishawhohadbeenimmersedinherbooksandstudies.Sheraisedherheadandsmiledasshelookedtowardsthehelicopter,knowingthatthethreebeauties,whohadgooihestrusite,wereback.Feelingstiffaftersittingatherrge,white,exquisitelysculpturedandiniddeskforaendedperiodoftime,sherosetostretchherself,aedhereyesgazingfromacrossthewideexpaheketothefar-offmountains.Thehorizontalrangesresembledaparalyzedgiant,whohadintherehopelesslysihebeginningoftime,hismuscles,bonesandtendonsbeingstiffandrigid.ButinAisha’seyestheydidnotresembleapriant.