Goldberg's daughter

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Lucy
I crept down the grand staircase in my new outfit with my backpack.

I was in some denim shorts, so that it won't get in the way of my tails, and a t-shirt that was tight enough so that the wind wouldn't make it flap around too much.

I also cut two strips down the back of any shirts I brought, for my wings. And I only brought shorts so my tails wouldn't be a problem.

There were four knives and two hand guns hidden in my clothes so that you couldn't see them. This was another unit of my training.

Gloria was still talking to the woman in the lounge room,
So I crept the other way to the left, entering the kitchen. There was a massive glass sliding door in between the kitchen and the dining room.

This lead to the two acres of land that you could call a backyard. This was perfect for flying practice.

I flipped the backpack so that it was around my front, then willed my new limbs to exit my body.

Eventually, my wings popped through the cuts in my shirt and my tails touched the grass, also rubbing up against my sneakers.

I placed the goggles over my eyes as I got ready for take off.

I knew that I wasn't going to magically get it on my first try, so first I practiced simply lifting my wings up and down repeatedly. Then I started to pick up the pace and felt my weight become lighter.

I wasn't hovering, just being lifted onto my tiptoes. So I slowed to a stop and decided to jump in the air while flapping.

I didn't use my tails yet because I obviously wasn't at that stage yet.

So instead, I took a giant leap into the air and flapped as hard and as fast as I could. My eyes were closed because I was concentrating so hard.

When I did open them, instead of being two feet off of the ground like I estimated, I found myself around six feet off of the ground.

Strangely, I didn't feel scared-slightly alarmed, but not scared. I guess I really don't feel too many emotions anymore. I let myself slowly glide down to the ground again by keeping my wings open and doing two and a half lazy circles before the ground met my feet.

That really took a lot out of me. But I definitely still had enough energy to practice for a few more hours.

After several minutes of hovering and spreading and closing my tail until I was happy with how fast I could do it, I took a running jump towards the manor. It was two stories high with an attic, but I still made it up by continuously flapping my wings without too much of a struggle and creating as little noise as possible.

If Gloria heard me, she didn't mention it.

As I stood there, on top of the pointed roof, I looked down at the ground below. I could do this.

I practiced opening and closing my tails one last time, before taking the leap. I took a running start and sprang off of the building. I quickly pulled my legs together and simultaneously snapped out both my wings and tails.

The feeling of the wind catching on my wings and tail with a loud thump was indescribable. The feeling of pulling my wings up and forward, then down and behind my to propel me forward made feel like I was in control, like I was free.

I quickly reached the end of the courtyard a decided that I should practice turning. I slowly lifted my left wing and glided around in a semicircle, narrowly avoiding trees that outlined the property.