[i]The Grassy Planes-Sky[/i]

Mastema would have never been to space nor liked the area of space. He just liked his books, his students and all of that kind of stuff. He stood on the edge of the planes with a book in his hand to hear the large groan and shriek of metal. With the boom he could see the large spacecraft coming at him and with a jump Mastema unveiled his wings and shot up to the highest point (the lows of the clouds) to see what the hell was going on. What most people knew about Mastema was that he was cold. The instant he got to the height that he did, ice would form from the cloud’s vapor. The area all around him would drop into the negative as he looked for any other movement. “What the hell?!” he said, looking to what used to be the spacecraft.