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Ambergine:

On Top of the World

The little gargoyle held on tight…

She was perched up high, as high as she had ever been, higher than she had ever wanted to be. It was late in the evening, and she had flown very hard to reach this place.

It was windy and frightening so high above the gigantic city. It sprawled below her like an enormous anthill, cars and trucks whizzing along in different directions on many, many roads and highways. Below her to the west was a huge, rounded sports stadium with a smooth white top. To the south, where the city ended, there was a dark, peaceful lake and a beautiful green island just offshore, with small twinkling lights on it. A boat was ferrying people back and forth between the city and the island.

I wish I was over there. It looks quiet at least, and not very windy, she thought just as a huge gust of wind threatened to blow her off her perch. She’d much rather be on the pretty green island than where she was, sitting dangerously on the top of a gigantic pointy building with a strange bulge near the top. She was balanced on the bulge. She couldn’t even imagine what this building was for. She’d never seen anything like it. There were no people in it except for a few walking around in the bulgy bit below her. It was just tall, very tall, with flashing lights on the top. She’d picked this building because she knew it would be the best place to see the entire city splayed out beneath her. Once she got her bearings, she would leave this windy, dangerous spot for good (and the sooner the better).

She had to get to know this city called “Toronto”, though, since she would be searching every corner of it until she found what she was looking for.