Falling

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I closed my eyes as I fall through the sky, towards the bottom of the cliff. The air is wrenched out of my lungs, and my mouth opens in a silent scream of terror and exitement. As I near the bottom of the cliff, my instincts kick in. I feel a wrenching pain at my back, and I scream as my fall slows and my back skin splits in half. A pair of black bat wings unfold themselves from my back, sticky and tainted red with my blood. I stop falling, and my wings spread out around me. I look at them in amazement. I have never seen my wings before... I had to test my skills. And I have... Now, I will be accepted.

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