Flying

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Silver's POV

The wind rushed at my face, creating a wonderful sensation that can only be achieved by flying. Sitting atop SilverScale, I felt free. Alive. The forest melted away into sea, then back again. SliverScale dived into a cloud. The puffs of air tickled.

A shreik broke the silence of the clearing. A red streak made contact with his wings and the world turned an inky black.

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