9: Learn to Fly EpilogueTo say things went back to normal wouldn't be quite accurate. It was true that the mechanics went back to building, 8 and 12 continued to test each other's strength, 1, 9, and 10 continued to lead (though 1 decided to retire several years later). But with the introduction of flight, many of the stitchpunks used that to their advantage and went off to explore new lands, meeting new friends, and discovering more about life. Even so, they always returned home to tell of their adventures.
And it was all thanks to 17. If it wasn't for her harebrained idea to build a set of wings, they might have never made their new discoveries, or worse, never beaten the Walkers.
She was their encouragement.
Despite 17's newfound ability and admiration from her elders, her favorite thing to do was still drawing in the studio with 6.
Her spear and wings were set by the door. The sky began to turn a deep shade of purple, but 17 didn't need to run home. 13 finally allowed her to stay out late. That one rule c
9: Learn to Fly Ch 9A sense of urgency rose in her as 17 neared the city. She remembered the Walkers heading towards her home before she got caught up in the storm. With any luck, 5 had already spotted them in his crow's nest and the clan already had a plan of attack. She just hoped she was not too late.
As 17 flew over the tree tops, the three Walkers appeared before her, silhouetted between the crumbling buildings and the remains of the night sky. Their metal had been rusted over, giving their once silver shimmer a now dull shade of brown. She wondered how Walkers could still be functioning. Could it be that they had just never turned off? They were, after all, machines. Without anyone to turn them off or stop them, they would just keep on going until every last gear rusted over and they collapsed.
17 flapped as hard as she could. There was no way a bunch of mindless robots were going to destroy everything they had fought for. This was her home, and she would fight to protect it.
The sun touched the hor
9: Learn to Fly Ch 8"They're already in the city," said 9, his voice low, a pair of tan leather bat-like wings strapped to his back. "They're several block away from where we are, but we need to stop them before they reach us."
"When will that be?" 14 asked, shifting in her seat among the rest of her nervous clan.
"Tonight. Before sunset. We need to reach them before dark."
"Then we should leave now," said 1.
"Agreed," 9 said to the eldest stitchpunk. "Thankfully, 5 and I have come up with a plan." 9 opened up the floor and allowed his friend to put up the attack plan for everyone to see.
"Okay," 5 let out a quiet breath. "Here's what we need to do "
17 sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through forgotten memories as wind howled through the rickety old window. Piles of sepia-toned photos surrounded her, depicting the girl she once was and the man who was her father in a past life. Though the memories of her father were mostly lost, she could tell he was a loving man from the worn photos. The