Magix:The Witche's Necklace

Chapter 4:Beating Wings

Authors Note: hello there again!! Thanks for reading the previous chapters. Hope you like it. Anyway, I know your wondering who is the guy that rescued Joshua so, I think I will give a little piece of him in this chapter haha!

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He'd been in aeries before, both in school and during his gymnastics days. But this was easily double the size of the largest he'd ever seen. Hoops, rings, columns, vines, all manner of obstacles and traps were set up on one end, and the other seemed to simply bee open air for free flight. It was currently unoccupied, and his face split into an almost beatific grin as he hastily pulled off his t-shirt. He ran a couple of laps, and on the third, picked up speed. He took a running leap and soared.

It felt like scratching an itch in the center of his back, or finally drinking water after days in the desert. Flight was home. Flight was safety.

He had never been a showy flyer, preferring to simply move through the air as swiftly and easily as possible. Keeping his wings tied most of the time meant he hadn't really practiced the same kind of stunt dives and soars that his fellow competitors might have, but it didn't stop him from being fast. He'd never clocked himself properly, but he knew he could out fly the academies finest, so he figured he must be pretty quick.

He always flew the same way each night. He'd start with strength building exercises, taking anywhere from a half hour to a full hour to complete those. Then he'd see how fast, how high, or how stealthily he could fly. Occasionally, he'd do a combination of the three, and those were always the best flights. Tonight, he chose to spend roughly 40 minutes on the strength exercises. Hovering, basic maneuvering that children learned, and an amalgamation of rehab and occupational therapy exercises comprised his routine, and when he was done he felt like dropping from the air. It burned his chest and back to work as hard as he was, and yet he knew he needed to push further. Since the ceiling of aerie prevented a height flight, he opted instead to practice the kind of quick banking and diving that urban cities trained flyers to know.

Each swift beat of his wings in the air felt like heaven. The fiery burn of his flight shuddered through his body, making him feel alive in ways that he only got when free-running.
He grinned to himself and picked up his t-shirt from the aerie's mats where he'd dropped it earlier. Slinging it over his shoulder, he pattered back to the dorm and slipped inside. No one was awake and He, unthinking, simply slipped into bed without rebinding his wings.

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Authors Note: sorry I guess this is the shortest chapter on this book. I'm feeling kinda mental blocked now that's why I cant think of some thing to add :(