It's not impressive. No furniture except for a table and one chair. The bed seems to be a hammock made of leaves. Despite it's plainness, it feels like home. A few shelves are on the wall. I put my pen, my notebook and the bag of feed there. I know they will be safe. Somehow, I know that this tree will only pull me and Ripple up, no one else.
{So?} I ask Ripple. {How do you like it?}
{It's good.} she jumps up onto the shelves, and, before I can protest, curls up. She fluffs her feathers.
{Yeah. Do you think we should rejoin the others?}
{Wait just a second.} she gets up again, and tenses her body, as if ready to jump. I realize that she is.
{Ripple, wait!}
{If I don't fly now, I never will!}
{Ripple, please.} I know there's nothing I can do to stop her. She jumps. At least this fall won't kill her.
She flaps her wings, flying up to the roof. I stand, awed. Meanwhile, Ripple flies to the door, and out.
{Ripple!} I run after her, onto the deck. She's about to dive down... she'll never survive this.{RIPPLE!}
She dives.
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Dark Skies: Book 3 of the Imagination Academy Series
FantasyAurora and her friends are "original" wizards, users of the old magic. They begin their journey to the Wizard Stronghold, one of the most well hidden places in the magical world. The Terrors are after them, though, and the Wizard Stronghold is a dan...
