That night my sleep was impossible. I was racked with dreams, dangerous dreams, dreams of grubbers and duty and loss.
So I awoke early in the morning and decided to take vengeance on these grubbers for disturbing my dreams. I left the cleft where I had sheltered and wen out to find me some.
It was harder than you might think. After a while I spotted the Grubbers climbing the cliff and left my thermal toward the cliff. And they have seen me and tried to get back down to the ground. But I was too fast for that. But this was tricky flying. I had to fly closer,
The wind came around the corner at absolutely the wrong time and in the wrong direction. I was just turning out to bear my claws at the Grubber the wind hit me and led me exactly the wrong way; it flipped me toward the cliff.
I was off-balance already trying to make my turn and was taken completely off guard. Flipped back toward the cliff I couldn’t recover in time, and as I was trying, I clipped an outcrop with my wing.
The pain was incredible. My vision turned completely white, and then red. When it cleared I was several yards away from the cliff and falling fast.
I tried to flap, but the pain was impossible. Even levelling out was beyond what I could do. I was spinning, spiralling toward the ground; which was at least a hundred yards down. I spun around and hit the wall again, this time with my other wing. But I saw it coming in time to pull my wing a bit and just lose a few feathers.
But now I was going down even faster. I stretched out my good wing, my right wing, and I did my best to stretch out my left wing as well. I slowed but my left wing was still losing too much of lift.
I saw the ground coming closer and closer. I knew if I hit at this speed I would die. I would have to try to snap my wings out, fully out, at the very last moment. I watch and I watched, and finally I snapped them out, as far as I could. The pain was incredible, the ground came up and met me, and the world went black.
View from a Height
On a world far away, several races live… mostly in peace. What few knew was that they were all one race… that a dwarf could become an elf, who could become a troll, who could become a farmer.
A young farmer prince was climbing with some of his dwarf friends when he found out that the same thing applied to eagles…
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