We walked all the way to the park when Ivan stopped. “Here we are,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “There’s nothing here,”. He didn’t answer and instead led me down another alley. This one was darker and narrower, with tall brick walls that stretched up into the heavens. “Why are we here, Ivan?” I questioned.
“That’s why,” he replied, pointing to the corner. That was when I saw them. Two sleek red motorcycles, their paint glinting in the moonlight. My eyes sparkled. I had always wanted to ride a motorcycle, but had never been allowed to. “Are-are they yours,” I said, still staring in awe at the mighty vehicles. “Yup,” Ivan answered. “So, what do you say Bella? Are they cool?”
“Yes!” I cried in delight. “They are amazing!”.
He grinned and swung himself onto one of the motorcycles, gripping the handlebars. He then plonked a helmet on his head. “We get to ride them?” I squealed.
“Of course,” he replied. “What else would we do with them?”.
Beaming, I clambered onto the second vehicle and picked up my own helmet. Once I had gotten it on, Ivan asked “Are you ready?”.
“Oh, I was born ready,” I said, revving the handlebars. Then we sped off into the night, the wind whipping at our hair until we came to the edge of town. “This is as far as these baby’s will take us,” stated Ivan. I nodded and we both dismounted. We carried on on-foot, trying not to fall asleep. “So, where exactly are we going?” Ivan asked sometime later.
“I don’t really know. Anywhere but here, I guess,” I replied. He was about to question further when I saw a glint coming from a cluster of trees. “Did you see that?” I asked.
“See what?” he replied, looking around.
“That glint coming from over there,” I said, pointing to where I had seen it. I led him towards it, taking my wand out. When we arrived, we couldn’t find anything. ‘I must have imagined it’ I thought. As we were turning to leave, I fell and tripped over something. Turning, I realised that it was an egg, half buried in a pile of leaves. “Ivan, Ivan! Get over here!” I cried in surprise. As he walked over to me, cracks spread across the egg’s surface. We both drew our wands and pointed them at the egg. My heart was racing and all my instincts told me to run, but I stayed put. Just then, a little head covered in flaming feathers popped up out of the egg. The creature had deep brown eyes that seemed to hold all the wisdom in the world. It was a phoenix chick.
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