Sky high
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
739
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Sky high
Sky high:
1. Towards the new Sun
He was flying. Flying high towards the clouds above him with wings he didn't know he possessed. Concentrating on a small crack among them from where bright golden light pushed through. The light was as bright as the sun itself, but somehow he knew that the sun was behind him and that there was no way its rays could have reached there.
He felt like he was dreaming and the light felt so bright, felt like it illuminated the whole sky. He needed to get there, he knew he needed to get there, he *wanted* to get there. There was... something... waiting for him, calling for him.
Wind blew long silvery hair from his face, snapping him out of his trance like state. Fear pierced his mind and his heart started pumping blood through his veins in a hectic space as he suddenly fell downwards. He fell fast and almost even lost his conciousness while he fought to get control of the newfound feathered appendages on his back. It was like being placed on the driver's seat while the car was at the full speed when you have only ever watched someone else drive before and there was a brick wall nearing *very* fast.
He was half way to unconciousness when he managed to get even some air under his wings to slow down his fall enough for him to think clearly again. By flapping his wings as hard as he could he finally broke his fall, but it was taking its toll on him. Even his wings by themselves were heavy and the struggle he was having with them as he didn't know how to use their full potential was taking almost all of his strenght.
He *needed* to get above those clouds. Somehow it seemed impossible now when he was tiring himself completely just to stay at his current height.
There was a sudden rush of energy that ran through him from brains all the way to his toes. It left his skin feeling chilly and tingling all over, flooding his mind with memories of his life before this moment, but they weren't important now. What on the other hand was, was the instinctive knowledge that came with them. The knowledge of how to use these wings so that he could reach the light without passing out from the strain and falling to his death. He quickly corrected his faulted position and took off with all the grace of a fully grown hawk.
Now he finally had a chance to really look around himself. As well as he could tell he was still about 500 meters from the clouds, high over the ground. From where he was even the largest houses looked like the tiniest of ants. He could see land, endless fields of land and rivers and forests of green gold. It was an amazing view, it was so beautiful. There was even faint blue mountains on his right side, heavy clouds prevented anyone from seeing their surely snow covered tops and wispy mist gave the rest of them an ethereal look. He knew those mountains, he *knew* them, Yet their name slipped from his grasp. And the sky, the sky were it could be seen was painted with colorsm with reds, yellows pinks, oranges, and different shades of purples. The sky was made of colors, but still the clouds remained pristine white. That is if you excluded the golden areas in the middle of them were they were pierced by the light, the light that was almost in his reach now.
He pushed his wings through the clouds and felt them get moist from the contact. The water now glittering on their surface and on areas where his skin was bared was cool and like heaven on his spasming muscles. The light was getting brighter as he flew higher and the clouds got thinner around him. It was now blindingly bright, there was no way he could keep his eyes open anymore.
A few sweeps of his wings later he was out of the clouds and the tips of his wings brushed agains something solid. He opened his eyes a little, so he could see what it was, but the light was still too much for him and he couldn't help but wince and shut them tighly again. He was tired now. His back ached and he knew he wouldn't be able to fly much longer. He pushed himself forward in the air once more with all his might and his wings gave out. He collapsed on his all fours on a smooth stone floor that felt cold under his palms. Even with his eyes closed he could feel his sight darken and all his strenght leave his body, but he didn't pass out. He didn't pass out, he had made it. He smiled and let out a small breath. He had made it, he was *there*.
1. Towards the new Sun
He was flying. Flying high towards the clouds above him with wings he didn't know he possessed. Concentrating on a small crack among them from where bright golden light pushed through. The light was as bright as the sun itself, but somehow he knew that the sun was behind him and that there was no way its rays could have reached there.
He felt like he was dreaming and the light felt so bright, felt like it illuminated the whole sky. He needed to get there, he knew he needed to get there, he *wanted* to get there. There was... something... waiting for him, calling for him.
Wind blew long silvery hair from his face, snapping him out of his trance like state. Fear pierced his mind and his heart started pumping blood through his veins in a hectic space as he suddenly fell downwards. He fell fast and almost even lost his conciousness while he fought to get control of the newfound feathered appendages on his back. It was like being placed on the driver's seat while the car was at the full speed when you have only ever watched someone else drive before and there was a brick wall nearing *very* fast.
He was half way to unconciousness when he managed to get even some air under his wings to slow down his fall enough for him to think clearly again. By flapping his wings as hard as he could he finally broke his fall, but it was taking its toll on him. Even his wings by themselves were heavy and the struggle he was having with them as he didn't know how to use their full potential was taking almost all of his strenght.
He *needed* to get above those clouds. Somehow it seemed impossible now when he was tiring himself completely just to stay at his current height.
There was a sudden rush of energy that ran through him from brains all the way to his toes. It left his skin feeling chilly and tingling all over, flooding his mind with memories of his life before this moment, but they weren't important now. What on the other hand was, was the instinctive knowledge that came with them. The knowledge of how to use these wings so that he could reach the light without passing out from the strain and falling to his death. He quickly corrected his faulted position and took off with all the grace of a fully grown hawk.
Now he finally had a chance to really look around himself. As well as he could tell he was still about 500 meters from the clouds, high over the ground. From where he was even the largest houses looked like the tiniest of ants. He could see land, endless fields of land and rivers and forests of green gold. It was an amazing view, it was so beautiful. There was even faint blue mountains on his right side, heavy clouds prevented anyone from seeing their surely snow covered tops and wispy mist gave the rest of them an ethereal look. He knew those mountains, he *knew* them, Yet their name slipped from his grasp. And the sky, the sky were it could be seen was painted with colorsm with reds, yellows pinks, oranges, and different shades of purples. The sky was made of colors, but still the clouds remained pristine white. That is if you excluded the golden areas in the middle of them were they were pierced by the light, the light that was almost in his reach now.
He pushed his wings through the clouds and felt them get moist from the contact. The water now glittering on their surface and on areas where his skin was bared was cool and like heaven on his spasming muscles. The light was getting brighter as he flew higher and the clouds got thinner around him. It was now blindingly bright, there was no way he could keep his eyes open anymore.
A few sweeps of his wings later he was out of the clouds and the tips of his wings brushed agains something solid. He opened his eyes a little, so he could see what it was, but the light was still too much for him and he couldn't help but wince and shut them tighly again. He was tired now. His back ached and he knew he wouldn't be able to fly much longer. He pushed himself forward in the air once more with all his might and his wings gave out. He collapsed on his all fours on a smooth stone floor that felt cold under his palms. Even with his eyes closed he could feel his sight darken and all his strenght leave his body, but he didn't pass out. He didn't pass out, he had made it. He smiled and let out a small breath. He had made it, he was *there*.