Air rushed to Jordan's face as he leaped out of the airship window. Down below, hundreds of farmers looked up at the falling zeppelin through the clouds.
They turned their attention to a man on the outside falling with it.
He narrowly avoided small pieces of debris falling behind him, but one piece of it knocked Jordan out.
A flashback of his father appeared right before everything changed. One of both of them is sitting on a car parked near an airstrip. It was on that evening sky where they would watch the planes take off and landing.
The young child looked to John as he stared off into the sky.
"Dad, what was it like flying a plane?" he asked him.
His father turned to put his hand on the child's shoulder.
"It was hard to control it at first, but when I started flying, I simply remember a quote from my father," John answered.
Young Jordan scooted up close to his dad, resting his head on his shoulder
"He said, once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return," John said.
Young Jordan smiled.
"The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it," Jordan replied.
John chuckled. "Shakespeare, an old classic," he said stoically.
Both he and Jordan hugged each other, staring off into the sunset, and right above them, an airplane took off.
"I love you, son,' John said to him, rubbing his shoulder.
As the young child went for another hug, John's voice faded away, and a new one emerged.
"YOU ARE READY!" it yelled.
Suddenly his eyes opened to him, and he saw himself and the zeppelin rapidly approaching the ground. That all changed when Jordan's eyes began glowing and...
WHOOSH!
Two massive wings sprouted from his back, both engulfed in flames. Immense strength surged from his hands, both surging with power. Using this, Jordan held onto the zeppelin. All of his strength went into slowing down its impact, and it worked.
The airship's descent was slow and steady, allowing its engines to perch below.
Jordan stood back, looking at his work. With one chuckle, he passed out onto the floor, exhausted and tired.
An hour later, he awoke in a bed surrounded by pillows; and a ceiling fan whirled around above him.
He heard talking in the next room and went to check it out. The cabin around him had wooden textures and a modern yet old interior, a cottage, if you will.
In the living room, he found Skye and the gang sitting on the sofas, sleeping.
He decided he didn't want to wake them and instead headed for the kitchen.
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Realm of Realms
FantasyJordan Wolf's life was never ordinary; from the moment he was born, his parents couldn't get along, resulting in a divorce. With his father's decision to become a mafia boss, he could attend the college of his choice. Jordan could have chosen a lif...
