Origin Stories
The next few seconds went something like this: Oh, my God, flying is just the best thing ever, hey, why is everything turning green? KARUUUNCH!
The next thing I knew, everything had turned blue. With scattered white clouds that looked just as fluffy as bunny slippers would, if I’d ever seen any, which I so hadn’t, ever. And then I saw Nova, who was looking very worried up there in the clouds. What was she doing? She said she couldn’t fly. She lied!
Or maybe that was why she looked so worried?
“Jenny, are you okay?”
“You should see the other girl,” I said.
“The other girl is a tree,” Nova said. “Her name is Yggdrasil. And you flew right into her.”
I was lying on the grass in my backyard. I sat up, and held my aching head. From between my fingers, I glared at the huge oak tree that had jumped out in front of me without looking where it was going. “Oh, no wonder I didn’t see it coming. It’s my invisible treehouse!”