spread my wings

chapter 12

Chapter 12

I Jump Off of a Cliff and Meet the Neighbors

     Halfmoon Bluff. A unexplored cliff that was virtually impossible to climb. You can see why having wings would be good, right?

I thought so.

So here i was, cruising at 1000 feet, and fast approaching my destination.

     I did a tried to do a hover-land, but slipped sideways and crashed. I muttered some choice curse words. I must be getting rusty. Not good.

     I brushed myself off and surveyed the area for a possible starting point. Soon enough, I found a slope with a steep but managible incline.

     I pulled out all of my climbing gear, slipped on my harness, anchored myself to the rock face, and out of habit, murmured "Belay? Belay on. Climbing. Climb on." as was the system at the camp I learned rock climbing from.

I began to climb.

I climbed for about half an hour before i came upon a crevice, too wide to climb over.

I packed up at a small cliff, swaying in place with nothing more then my fingers to hold me in place.

Then I jumped.

     In an instant, ten feet of feathers, muscle, and power wooshed out behind me, pushing me up through the air. I had come a suprisingly far way already, wings excluded.

Wings included, I was already nearing the top.

     I did a (more) graceful landing at the top. It was covered with huge bendy old trees, just begging to be climbed in. Why not?

     I swarmed to the top like a squirrel. Maybe I had some squirrel DNA mixed in with the human and bird. Picturing myself with a fluffy tail, I shuddered.

A cool breeze blew past me, and I took in the beautiful landscape.

Uncharted territory.

Mine.

Suddenly, a loud shriek shook me from my thoughts. Slowely, I turned around.

And looked something in the eye.

Something big.

And it was lunging right for me.