Learning To Fly With Broken Wings

Chapter 1 : Learning To Fly

Jacinda's POV

I was only 8 years old when I learned to fly. It was honesty scary as I stood on the edge of a cliff.

"Don't wory little fledgling you will be fine" my mother would always say.

I looked to her and I trusted her. I looked back and down in the mountain's valley.

"Do you remember what your teacher had taught you" asked my mother.

"Yes" I said not looking away from the valley.

"Now close your eyes" said my mother.

I closed them and then I took a deep breath.

Then I felt my mother push my back and then I fell forward down into the valley.

Wind whistled past my ears and I opened my eyes quickly and I only had about 30 seconds before I hit the hard ground below.

I looked above and saw my mother soaring above.

My mother looked like an angel, her wings are pure white.

Then I slowly opened my wings before I hit the ground and I was lifted back into the air.

I quickly moved my wings up and down to get higher in the air. I was overjoyed that I was no longer a fledgling and I have earned my wings and place among my flock.

Then a shadow covered me and I looked up and saw it was my mother, smiling.

We flew back to our home, it has no name, but I call it the roost.

My father was waiting there when we walked through the door.

He has more of a rougher appearance than my mother, who has a soft and kinder appearance.

He has beautiful brown wings that are dappled everywhere with black. His appearance doesn't match his personality which is kind, gentle, and protective.

"I guess you sucessed my little flegling" said my father.

"I did, but don't call me fledgling anymore" I said.

"My mistake Jacinda" said my father playfully.

I then went up to my room, but I wish I didn't because that was the last time I ever saw my father again.