140 The Whispering Forest

The feeling of air flitting between my horns, the delicate stroke of wind against my scales, the rushing sound of air along the length of my body – It was all a rush to experience, like a delicate feeling I couldn't help but savour. I could even hear the buzzing of a crowd behind me, cheering me on as I flew.

I closed my eyes - it was pure bliss, plain and simple.

Except the buzzing was from the swarm of rather angry sword insects, absolutely determined to pierce me to death as payback. And they were quickly catching up to my tail.

Oh hell.

I flapped my dark wings once more and rose out of the cave opening and into the forest. I could make out the gnarled roots of trees, followed by the blackened trunks as the darkness gave way to light. 

I cast my eyes higher, following the faint light of the forest like a guide. And with every stroke, the wind on my wings was soft and delicate, like the breath of…a baby? Huh?