Fletcher Wings part three- In Which I am Pushed Off a Cliff and My Little Sister Saves Me

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            He brought in the mirror and held up a candle. I turned my head, unable to look. Then I slowly turned. It was true. Behind me were huge hawk wings that matched my hair. I put my hand out behind me. I could feel them, and they registered the touch of my hand. I moved them, and they worked. I whispered, “How?” The man said, “Normally they fold into your back. Before you knew about them, they practically didn’t exist. But now that you do know about them, they will never lie flat on your back again. You will never feel the back of a normal chair on your back again, Fletcher. No Evenlys will ever look at you the same. If you want, you can shove them in a backpack, or pose as a hunchback, though.”

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            I looked down, suddenly queasy. Tip: Never look off a cliff that people expect you to jump off of and fly away from if you are feeling dizzy. If that ever happens to you, I suggest you report the crazy people who think you should do this, or run. Unfortunately, I had neither the means to report them or run. So I did the opposite: I obeyed them. Well, not exactly. They told me to jump. I just stood there, so the man who had revealed my wings (his name is Dwalvin) gave me a starter push. Not a good idea. I fell down, flapping my arms (and wings) wildly. It didn’t help. I forced my wings up, and that slowed me down… a bit. I flapped once. I slowed a second and them speeded up, and I was free falling. I thought hazily, “Good thing they chose such a tall cliff for me to jump off of so I can get used to this.” Them I flapped again, and again, squeezing my eyes shut. Was it just me, or was I slowing in my fall? I peeked out and saw that, sadly, I was not slowing. I spread my wings again, not attempting to flap yet. Above me the man yelled, “Open up your wings more! Now they are only open a fourth of the way!” I hesitantly pushed them open. Suddenly they were bigger than I was. The sunlight glimmered on the feathers, and I hung, suspended on air. I flapped a mighty flap and went up. I fell between each flap, but that was okay. I was flying! I wasn’t the best ever, but it was a start. It was amazing how it happened. I just flapped and up I went. I glanced down. That was another bad idea. My wings faltered, losing their power to move, and I plummeted. I flapped my arms like crazy, forgetting that I had wings. I heard the people above me yelling, “Don’t look down! Pull up!” I yelled back, “A bit late for that!” I dove desperately for the cliff face, thinking that I might be able to hold on. I slammed against the red rock and my hands grabbed tiny handholds. I panted. Sweat dripped down my face. Mr. Dwalvin yelled, “Are you okay?” I called back, “Yes! No thanks to you!” A moment passed and he yelled, “Can you fly?” I said, sarcastically, “Of course I can fly. Last night I found out I have wings and all I have ever believed in is false, a couple of minutes ago someone just shoved me off a cliff, and I am hanging by my fingers to a small rock shelf above a fall that would break every bone in my body. Oh, and I just figured out that I am sort of afraid of heights.” Mr. Dwalvin said, “Good! Well, since you think you can fly, maybe it would be best if you come on up here, don’t you agree?” I yelled, “I was being sarcastic! Please throw me a rope or something!” In about ten minutes, it turned out he chose the something in that statement. I felt two thin, worryingly weak arms grab my waist from behind and I nearly kicked them in my reflex. I stopped myself just in time, because it occurred to me that they were one more thing keeping me up. I forced myself to be still, and whoever it was lifted me from the wall. I heard soft wing beats like a butterfly’s and I was being carried up to the top of the cliff. I turned around to see who it was.

            The most pretty little girl I had ever seen stood there, with white wings that I could not believe were strong enough to hold me and the girl up, pale skin, sparkling blue eyes, and light pink lips. She said, truly sincere, “I am so sorry that turned out the way it did. I can’t wait for someone else to fly with.” She was about five. I looked her over, thinking she looked familiar, and then I did a double take. Those eyes, they were the same shape as mine! And her high cheekbones looked the same as mine! It was as if I was looking at a weak, light, girl version of me. She said, in her small voice, “I am Sarah, your little sister.”

            I said, “Wait, I have a sister?” Thoughts rushed into my head. Did I have a home, parents, or other siblings? I had never thought about it before. I said, in a rush, “Do I have parents or another sibling?” Mr. Dwalvin said, gravely, “We do not know. But it is of the utmost importance that if you do we find them.” I nodded and said, “I am ready for a mission. Send me to try to find them.” Mr. Dwalvin said, “I am glad that you feel that way, but you need to be reeducated.” I protested, “But the Evenlys gave me the best education they had!” He said, “Then it is all the worse, because that gives you more to unlearn. We have different fighting styles, different survival methods, different ways of interacting. You will need to learn it all if you are going to fulfill the prophe- er, if you want to be a good warrior.” I said, “What prophecy?” He, pretending not to hear, said, “Come along, now. Step lively. Time for you to go to school.” I repeated, more insistently, “What prophecy?” He said, “All will be made clear in time. Now hurry up.”

            And so I restarted kindergarten.


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