Bird Of The Sky, Bird Of The Land - a pride story by puppygrl

You know Mira as a beautiful goddess who protects Jamaa.

You know Mira as the graceful wife of Zios.

You know Mira as the wise guardian of Jamaa.

You know Mira as Jamaa's beacon of hope.

Many of these things are just mere traits, that are so highly respected. And many of these are only temporary positions.

Mira is a sky goddess. Right? Wrong. Mira *was* a sky goddess.

## The Phantom Queen's Spell

At first, all was normal. All was at peace. The phantoms had not attacked in one thousand years. Mira and Zios were together, beloved and beloved.

But suddenly, everything changed. Phantoms attacked Jamaa while Zios was away, up in the skies, his eyes closed. He'd thought everything was fine and decided to rest for a decade. That may seem like a long time to you, but to Zios, it felt like a little less then a week.

Mira was, at first, mad at her husband for just so casually sleeping in for what must've seemed so long to the jammers, and spent her time trying to find new alphas- for Zios had secretly paid the alphas 1,000 diamonds each to resign.

Mira sighed to herself, but then suddenly, her Sky Kingdom shook. All the lights went off. Shadowy tentacles engulfed Mira, words were murmured, and suddenly, she lay on the floor, panting.

She was chained down on the phantom portal. Mira was restless. She had to escape. But suddenly, she noticed something. Jammers and phantoms were spilling from the portal.

Half of it was for Lost Temple Of Zios, the other for Jamaa Township. But why did none of them notice Mira? Then instantly, Mira realized something. She wasn't herself anymore.

She noticed this because there was a smear of red on her cheek. She had become a blue heron. A jammer, with no powers whatsoever.

## Jamaa, 100 years Later

Mira had gotten used to life in Jamaa. The phantoms had seemed to retreat, and a century had passed.

She had a den, a fantasy castle, not as big as her Sky Kingdom, but she knew to be grateful as a normal jammer.

Mira was not recognized by anyone. Nothing was free for her. She had worked her way up, this time- having to earn her flower crowns, royal tiaras, cupid wings, halos, designer skirts, mech angel helmets, graduation gowns, and more.

Today, Mira put on her teal halo, setting it aglow. Along with that she put on a thin silk dress and a sparkling diamond encrusted necklace. She placed small white ballet shoes on her feet. Mira walked outside to the garden.

The delivery eagle swooped down and tossed a package besides the gazebo. Mira opened the package. She saw the contents: a pound of bubble wrap, a letter, and three rare minerals.

Mira was intrigued by the letter. So, she opened it first.

"Dear jammer, see you around Jamaa! I don't know who you are, but you might know me. My name is Ezzabelle. I want to get to know you, even if you might not even want to know me. I hope that you're open and willing to accept me. I'm probably giving away too much stuff. I'm probably going to get rejected again. But I just hope that maybe this time my letter will fall in the right paws- or talons, or flippers, or hooves. You get the idea. Anyways, enjoy the rare minerals. There's three of them. No diamonds, sapphires, or gems. These are ancient currencies- a phantom skull token carving stone, a jeweled Jamasian coin, and a Jammainian horseback sliver. They could be good money, but I advise saving them. Who knows what could happen, just by saving up a couple minerals?"

The letter was not signed. It was conjured by a lonely jammer, most definitely. Mira tucked it away and plucked the bubble wrap off of the minerals.

Mira found that the minerals truly were faded currencies. She couldn't conjure much from her godly memory, so she merely decided to put them in a special casing instead of fully protecting the minerals.

Mira decided to write back, at last.