Rey De-Heavens

Chapter 2: Eternal Dance with Weariness

After a short rest, Rey decided to continue and it was written in his eyes. Leaving the nice warm nest, he continued on his way to the top. Against the storm, enduring the cuts that the sharp ice made on his skin, he continued climbing until he broke through the blizzard.

The little one was surprised, perhaps because he did not expect such calm past the stormy clouds. Rewarded by the absence of cold, a whole clear landscape opened up before his eyes. He could also notice how the top of the tree had leaves, flowers and fruits to eat, although not a few seconds passed and disappointment tormented the little boy who saw beyond what could be seen and understood what made up an ironic metaphor. Rey said to himself:

"Hard work, ummm....".

He understood that the tree he sat in was not nearly one of the largest in the area. If he were to compare himself to such a tree and even if he were to grow as big as he could, there would always be someone in his way who was much higher than him, perhaps because he had lived longer, worked harder, had more power or even better luck. Like those trees he saw, there would always be someone taller than the ones before his eyes that rose up and almost reached the other side of the Heavens and out of sight.

"How dare I compare myself to this tree? Climbing to this point is insignificant compared to all that this sturdy living thing has had to struggle to get to be the size it is. Relative to the other monsters that have had time to grow, it looks insignificant; still, I do not allow myself to compare, but intend to learn as my teacher told me. I choose to learn that, regardless of those around me, I must continue to grow and take the path with more ambition."

Giving a laugh in the air and spreading his hands with a true mental imbalance, the little boy turned around and continued to reason.

"Back to the main objective. The trees are in descending proportion. The larger ones outside and the smaller ones are heading towards the center.

Nearby, several tops overtook the blizzard while others disappeared and settled according to their size.

"I already know which way to go, but how do I stay on course without deviating. Once down, I'll be lost again. To evade the nature of the ground I would have to fly... and to soar through this sky I need wings. Mother has them. Mmmm. She had wings coming out of her back. Yes, pulling out wings is similar to the same feeling as turning my hand into a claw, then it shouldn't be a problem... After all, I'm a hybrid."

Eating fruits and resting as much as he could while trying again and again, Rey finally extended two extra limbs from his back to the sides. They were two wings, covered in black plumage, which he could move awkwardly, but he could move them at will.

"I wonder if drinking from the blood of my fallen enemies had anything to do with the new functions my body develops?" said Rey to himself, remembering the wings possessed by the creatures that reigned high above the place.

Questions aside, Rey had never flown before, nor had he analyzed how to do it. Although it looked easy it was something that must have been complicated, but the void no longer intimidated him at all. First, he opened the one on the left, extending it as far as he could, then the one on the right and then both at once as he settled on the branches with his feet and hands. He turned around and tried to fly a little where he was, making a simulation of takeoff and landing. He repeated the process several times, lifted himself up a bit more and flapped with better coordination.

"If in order to learn to fly I have to throw myself, I'm ready" he said to himself and so, without further thought, Rey launched himself into the void with expanded wings.

At first, the descent did not have many problems, a little unbalance to the sides, but if he did not move his wings his body and the direction of the fall did not vary. Suddenly, with the speed, Rey could not prevent one of his feathered limbs from colliding with a branch sticking out of the cold fog. It was a small branch, something he could very well break with a punch, but the collision fractured the bone of his right wing and with that the chaotic fall became inevitable.