I couldn't help but cry out as I felt my body go weightless. Not knowing how to control my wings, I plummeted, flailing and trying to regain some sense of control. I could still hear the group at the top of the cliff laughing.
I tried to calm the racing of my heart, to no avail, so instead I focused on trying to control the black, feathered wings attached to my back. It made my muscles scream with agony, but I managed to open them.
Immediately, they caught the wind, acting as a parachute. The good news; I stopped falling. The bad news; I slammed headfirst into the cliffside.
Groaning, I clutched onto a gap in the rock, and probed my head with my other hand. Hissing when my hand met hot, wet blood flowing from a cut in my head. My fingers came back red. I sighed and just held onto the rock until I found a foothold.
Panting, I slowly and painfully taught myself how to control my wings. How to fly. By the time I'd figured out the basics, I was sweating and fatigued.
I hesitantly let go of my handhold, balancing on the balls of my feet and slowly spread my wings, wincing at the strain in my back muscles. I took a shaking breath before jumping.
I free fell for a second before starting to fly. My movements were sloppy and I nearly fell too many times, but eventually I made it back up to the top.
I collapsed into a ball, my muscles shaking and spasming from the effort of flying. Thank the gods no one was around. I have no idea how long I stayed there, curled up, letting my body recover.
I eventually got up and staggered back to the dormitory we stayed in, ignoring the shocked looks from the people who'd thrown me off.
"It'll take more than a fall to kill me." I muttered to them, flopping onto my cot and reaching over to grab the mediocre medical supplies I had. Hissing under my breath as I cleaned the wound. Once I'd cleaned it to the best of my ability, I sighed and laid down on my cot. Closing my eyes, and falling into a pained sleep
My wings were gone when I awoke again the next morning.
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Fractured Youth
FanficCaliban is a bastard born son who grew up alone, Meira is a girl who lost everything and was banished from her home, Owen is a boy who doesn't know who he is, Celeste is a princess who's fate is in a twist. #1 in Bastard #1 in Meira #6 in highlord #...
