The Wind

"I guess..." he trailed off, completely knowing that the gusts that were attacking the towers were very real. Sighing, and in an attempt to control his desire to fly, his wings vanished on request. Even if he managed to jump out, he'd have a second thought, and then to land safely and try not to let the wind shoot a hole though his wing by trying to get back up.

'Maybe it's not that high. I mean, it doesn't feel very high.' Or was that confidence? Nah, he hadn't experienced confidence before, so how would he now? Being up so high gave him such strange feelings.

"What?"

It was as if an ice cold stake was driven into him. Watching with horror as the fire began to crawl towards him, he took several steps backwards. The flames glowed and heated most of the rocks around him, and he could hear the devil's revision of evile laughter, as he inched slowly out.

He had never been in a fire, never felt the heat up close (asides from the cooking oven), ad have never felt the thick smoke up close before.

Then, he was crouched upon the window, delusional and frightened, not even watching where he was going. The last thing he saw before he recieved an eye full of white was the deranged smile from the perpatrator.

Freefalling, it was nice. But if he couldn't see where he was going, he would never know when to open up his anxious wings. Taking a risk, his right wing flapped open, and then the opposite one, each catching up air far above the surface. At this rate, he thought, squinting through the white, he could reach the ground with wind battered wings. Strained and which he would probably never use for quite a while.

Then it got to him, and the two wings instantly retracted. He panicked. Usually he'd know what to do with them, but to conserve strength, he subconciously demanded that he would just adhere to the law of gravity and crash. Which was very stupid but what could you get from an afraid person with strange thoughts. Just twenty feet or so up from the ground (he couldn't tell as everything looked the same), they both bursted open, and glided towards the ground.

And he landed in a position to crumple his already tired wings. Sitting upright and trying to ignore the searing, pounding pain of strained tendons in his wings was hard. The two wings disappeared under him, leaving small dirty feathers behind. All he thought as he stared back up in the tower from where he had fallen was, 'I think I broke something.'

Taking it, he wobbled unsteadily to his feet, and shook the dizzyness out of his head. Rather exhausted, he tried to act as if he didn't just fall out of the highest place in the Academy.

'Was that just sarcasm?'

He shrugged, "Yeah, I didn't use it too much. No one told me to, really, not before you did." Brushing the dirt off his black clothes, he looked around. The snow fall was much more peaceful here, and there was only a little breeze. It was hard to imagine that up there it would be near a blizzard's level. 'At least, I didn't break my wings. At least, I don't think so.'

"I guess," he replied softly, retaining the quietness on the issue. "If I had the opportunity, well... I can start. Soon, at least."

He watched the snow melt slowly, as if the person had a heat radiating aura. He could only do so much with his weak wings, as he never used them to a great degree yet. And he was planning to use it more here in Starlight Academy, since he was rudely awakened after a long drop from the tower. At least now, he didn't really fear the skies, nor heights since he knew that he liked freefalling anyway.

He took several steps back towards the academy doors. Remembering his manners, Haku acknowledged, "Thank you, for helping me fall out of the tower."