I'll revise my thing so it does not say Kayla.  I'm going to have the Earth people name Onyx, Chance.  They maybe don't understand his language.  And then he forgets it and laearns Earths language.  now, for Falling, the revised edition beginnning of story thing:

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Onyx, 
small child of curiousity wound his way through the puffy tufts
of stray clouds.  His greenish eyes shimmered, touched by the beauty of
the landscape - well, skyscape, before him.  His sister and
himself were playing hide-and-seek in front of their home, on the silver
air-looking, unpenatratable gas they call Silversun.

Onyx had traveled far from their blue home, towards the clouds where he
could crouch down and be unseen.  His sister stopped counting, and
loudly said the popular hide-and-seek words in her young, happy voice.  

She, at first, went into the house, and then remembered that te rules
were they could not hide there.  Then she went farther away from Onyx,
hidden away from him in the dark clouds.  He was starting to get
impatient with her, for it does ot take long for children to loose their
patients.  Why didn't she look here?  He decided to go forward, towards
where he saw her last, but still staying unseen as possible.  

A black head popped up, out of the clouds in front of him, about three
yards away.  Onyx muffled a yelp, and his brown head went down, under
the low white puffy things.  The head and the unseen body behind him,
for he was slowly walking away, made a loud noise, and Onyx jumped.  

His sister saw him, and ran after him.  He ran away; they were playing
hide-and-seek-tag, not just hide-and-seek.  The distance
between them grew, slowly.  The girl, her little legs screaming at her,
stopped, and plopped down onto the silversun.  "I give up.  You win."

But Onyx did not hear her, for he was falling quite fast, through the
air, down, down, down...

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Yes, and now I shall write about the magical place people call Earth.  Their silversun is called 'dirt'.  :D

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Onyx fell, slowly.  The clouds became thicker, and then gradually became less and less, until he could see below him.  he was far away from the odd green thing below him.  And that brown thing that looked like a stick with other smalll simalar to circle green things on it getting bigger.  

He was high above the ground now, because the thing that is actually many times taller than him, was about the length and size of his arm.  Well, atleast it seemed that way, until he fell onto it, it's branches braking his fall painfully.  

Cracking sounds quite bad when your not sure if it's you or the thing you're sort of sitting on.  That's why the boy was afraid to move.  he just sat-or, maybe layed- there for a while until a few older boys speeking gibberish started poking at him with sticks.  

After a few minutes of unorganized poking, the boys apparently in charge started telling the other boys what to do.  They all poked on one side.  And the boy fell thirteen feet.  not much for him, becasue he'd allready fallen many yards without stopping, but hitting the hard ground did get a groan out of him.  

The boys carried the smaller boy to their town.  Well, more like they faught among themselves and suddenly came up with the conclusion that the boy that wasn't fighting should carry him.  he obviously didn't care, for he was smaller than all the other boys, (except for the tree-boy, of course) and all the big boys knew that smaller boys don't care about anything.  Plus, he was the one that insisted in going with them when they tolde him he could not come.

So they made it to their town, telling people how heroic they were at saving this lost orphan that was stuck up in a tree.   They gave the boy to the only orphanage of the town of Pinvie.  

The boy ws the only three-and a half year old there that didn't know any language at all.  Well, he knew gibberish, but that does not count.  But he learned to speak eventually.  He also got adopted eventually.  And he got named eventually.

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You have written from eleven years after Onyx fell, I believe, becasue Kayla is thirteen now.  Do you think that the two parts I wrote of Onyx falling from the sky should be together?  I think they should, so it won't be, past, now, past.  

I'm going to revise the last part I've written.  You can say which one you like more.  :D

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Raen woke up with a thud. He quickly looked to his left to see the cat on the table with a large clear ball on the floor. Raen breathed out slowly. The cat hadn't broken the crystal. Raen, apprentice of the most trusted fortune teller of the town got up out of the messy bed. Stretching, he changed into his over-sized clothing. His teacher had predicted that Raen would get larger.  And he was correct, he was going to get larger, but not overnight.  

The room was medium-sized, with tan walls and a wooden floor that should have been replaced long before this time. There were two never-made beds with mismatched sheets and pillows found in the room, opposite walls from each other. At the end of each bed was a chest holding the clothes and possessions of the two people that sleep in the room. On the two remaining walls were shelves holding books and more books and cards and more cards and many more things of fortune telling uses. In the middle of the room was bare floor. A crystal sphere sat on a table beside the slightly larger bed that hadn't been slept in for many hours.

Raen
followed his cat out of the room into a dusty, dark, incense smelling
room. Dark blue cloth hung over the windows. It was small and
cramped, the complete opposite of the other room. Raen's teacher had
told him that, even thought he didn't like the room, he had to have
it, for people would not like it if it was a cheerful light place.
People thought fortune tellers should be mysterious.

But
Raen did not go to his teacher's side, for today was his day off. He
walked out of the jingling door, and into the wet streets being
washed by rain. He breathed in deeply. Rain, perfect for this time
of year. Watering the plants longing for water. If it was not
raining, Raen would be very surprised.

But
Raen had not just some out to enjoy rain, he came out to visit his
friend, fellow orphan, Chance. When they had first met, they were
both six. They would have met earlier, if it wasn't for the large
amount of orphans in Pinvie. But at least they met, making the best
kind of best friend you could have for both of them.

And
that was when he came to Chance's door, after many hard to remember
turns. He didn't have to knock, because of the habit of your best
friend won't care, whatever he's doing. But maybe your friends
adoptive mother would, if she was wearing her “cleaning clothes”
and was halfway done sweeping the entire house when someone walked
through the door and disrupted her pile.

“Sorry.”
Raen changed the subject quickly, “Where's Chance?”

“The
Tower,” the lady said quickly, shoeing Raen out of the house.

He
started down the narrow path that served as a walkway to the streets.
The way to the tower was easy to remember; walk towards the tower.
The Tower of Nine, rising over all the town, was easy to see, even
from city's near Pinvie. People came to see it all over the state.
That's why it was easy for Raen and his master to tell people their
fortunes; You will see great sights in the near future.

Raen
guessed that Chance was there blabbing onto the scientists on how
they should do stuff. He loves to help, but sometimes it gets
annoying.

The
Tower was getting larger now, it's large windows gleaming in the sun.
Behind the strong windows were scientific – or magic --
contraptions that do things that Raen, not even Chance could believe
possible.

And
that is when Raen came to a small decimal of the perimeter of Tower.
The great, gold coated doors were where Raen had hoped he would be,
but he had to walk for a few minutes towards the golden gleam before
he came before them and Chance.

Chance,
surprisingly, was there alone. No other people, no sound. He was
listening at the door quietly. He glanced at Raen, and beckoned for
him to come over. Raen came, asking chance a bundle of questions.
Chance did not answer like he usually did.

“Shh.
Quiet, I'm trying to find a way to get in,” Chance tapped the left
door thrice, then the right one in the same spot thrice. “Three
times three: nine,” whispered Chance.

“Why
are you tryin' to get in?” Raen asked.

Chance
scowled at him, “Do not talk! I almost got it, then you broke my
concentration.

“Sorry.”

The
doors started to open slowly. Chance danced in a fit of glee. He
stopped after he saw the two men and a woman walk out with an odd
looking man with blue-tinged skin. Raen thought they must have been
experimenting on him, didn't get enough oxygen. But why would anyone
experiment on a living being.

But
that blue human being watched one of the boys. He looked so
familiar, somehow.

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And it turns out that I only changed one part...