Time to stretch my wings
Myth was lying in his single bed, in his dorm. It was a restless night, and he found himself unable to sleep, tossing and turning in bed, but unable to get comfortable and drift off, instead his gaze kept being drawn to the window, and the view of the night sky. The full moon and stars hung heavy in the sky, not a cloud to be seen. The night was almost as bright as day, and all the lights throughout the Academy were off, causing the majesty of the night sky to really be noticeable.
Finally giving up on sleep, Myth rolled out of bed, sitting on the edge as he placed his feet on the wood floor. He quietly padded about his room, getting ready. Pulling on a pair of black athletic shorts over his boxers, Myth stood before his window, shirtless and barefoot, ready for a night away from the dorm, normally he wouldn't do this at night, but it was so bright out he figured he'd be fine.
Myth quietly, so as not to wake his roommate, pulled open the large window in his room, letting the gentle summer night's breeze flow in. Then he pulled himself up into the window, and with a kick of his legs, Myth threw himself out into the open air. As he fell, he pulled his arms and legs in against his body, and angled himself so that he was falling straight down, headfirst. And then, two giant, majestic, falcon wings, burst out of his back at the shoulder blades. Catching the updraft, Myth spread out his wings and with a mighty downstroke, he was free of the earth's gravity, and flying over the grounds.
After passing over the lake, the dark waters reflecting the sky above, Myth angled his flight back to the school, and began gaining altitude, so that he was quickly traveling towards the towers. When Myth reached the towers, he banked his wings, and grabbing one of the thin metal lightning rods shooting up out of the top of the tower, he steadied himself, before retracting his wings. Up here, the wind was a little stronger and colder, but Myth was used to it, after all he couldn't fly if he was wearing a shirt.
Dropping down, Myth made himself comfortable laying on the roof of the tower, as he gazed up at the night sky.
Myth was lying in his single bed, in his dorm. It was a restless night, and he found himself unable to sleep, tossing and turning in bed, but unable to get comfortable and drift off, instead his gaze kept being drawn to the window, and the view of the night sky. The full moon and stars hung heavy in the sky, not a cloud to be seen. The night was almost as bright as day, and all the lights throughout the Academy were off, causing the majesty of the night sky to really be noticeable.
Finally giving up on sleep, Myth rolled out of bed, sitting on the edge as he placed his feet on the wood floor. He quietly padded about his room, getting ready. Pulling on a pair of black athletic shorts over his boxers, Myth stood before his window, shirtless and barefoot, ready for a night away from the dorm, normally he wouldn't do this at night, but it was so bright out he figured he'd be fine.
Myth quietly, so as not to wake his roommate, pulled open the large window in his room, letting the gentle summer night's breeze flow in. Then he pulled himself up into the window, and with a kick of his legs, Myth threw himself out into the open air. As he fell, he pulled his arms and legs in against his body, and angled himself so that he was falling straight down, headfirst. And then, two giant, majestic, falcon wings, burst out of his back at the shoulder blades. Catching the updraft, Myth spread out his wings and with a mighty downstroke, he was free of the earth's gravity, and flying over the grounds.
After passing over the lake, the dark waters reflecting the sky above, Myth angled his flight back to the school, and began gaining altitude, so that he was quickly traveling towards the towers. When Myth reached the towers, he banked his wings, and grabbing one of the thin metal lightning rods shooting up out of the top of the tower, he steadied himself, before retracting his wings. Up here, the wind was a little stronger and colder, but Myth was used to it, after all he couldn't fly if he was wearing a shirt.
Dropping down, Myth made himself comfortable laying on the roof of the tower, as he gazed up at the night sky.