Not as Easy as it Looks.
It should be easy enough to fly to the broken wall, you think - it's a short distance, and you have a new pair of wings to try.
Unfortunately, you underestimate the wind. As soon as you spread your wings, a cold gust comes out of nowhere and sweeps you off the tower, spinning you through the darkness between the broken walls. You flap your wings wildly. In the dark and the wind, it's hard to tell which way is up. One wingtip brushes against stone; with a desperate beat of your flight muscles, you flap in the opposite direction - and then you're flying. Somehow, the necessary instincts kick in, and your new limbs settle into the graceful rhythm of flight. You're aloft under your own power. The rush of the cold wind over your feathers, the red sky whirling overhead, the beat of your powerful wings, black against black in the dark - it's exhilarating, and you let out a jubilant caw as you fly.
This is something of a surprise; you immediately blurt a few random words to make sure you can still speak. Your voice is scratchier - and, at the same time, more feminine - than before, but still perfectly understandable. That's a relief.
Of course, as exciting as this all is, you still can't see much. You're flying practically blind down here in the dark. You look up, searching the silhouettes you can see past your beak, and find the broken wall you were looking at before. Apparently, you've circled the tower. A few beats of your wings bring you back up to the section with the window. Landing is a bit more tricky, but you grab at the broken stone with your talons - hands and feet - and manage to get a grip on it.
Written by Chrysalis on 25 December 2010
The end (for now)