I move towards the starting line. Brushing my hair back as the wind blows vigorously, short strands rebelling from their previous position as they temporarily stabbing my eyes. I grunt, out of nervousness and annoyance, pulling the strands away from my face.
Then, I'm suddenly shoved to the side. I grunt again- this time out of annoyance only- as I catch my footing. I glance at the ironically petite girl in front of me. She gives me an unforgiving glare, "If you're not going to Fly, then get our the way." I puff my chest up and walk further down the line. I don't need her to further distract me.
A sharp whistle echoes across the cloud-plagued hills.
"Ready,"
"Set,"
"FLY!"
An uncanny amount of feathers plucked from their home, floating delicately amongst each other; an innumerable amount of colours melting like a sunset.
"Fly!" The referee screams and I feel the sweat multiplying along the slits of my palms; the nape of my neck.
Focus.
Focus.
Focus.
up.
and
up
Then I'm moving up,
The bashing of wings surrounds me and everyone cheers, hoots and screams as I open my eyes to the array of colours. I smile with pride; and hidden away leaning against the lonesome tree, he sits watching me; he is holding a fist to the air with the Biggest. Smile. Ever.
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Fly Far
FantasyA story within a diverse yet dishevelled world, where a couple of childhood friends unfold the reality within their 'perfect' world. The world is like 'Heaven and Hell', two diverged platforms of a world based off what one could say is the good and...
