47 Chapter 47

A panel on the side of the round room slid back and Eos trotted to the edge of the chasm. Taylor gripped tightly onto the silky hair of his mane and gazed down. The ground was a dizzyingly long way below them. "Oh no, not this again," Amy muttered from behind her. "I've decided the only way I ever want to fly in the future is strapped into an aeroplane seat. You heard it here first, Taylor Morgan. Don't ever make me do this again."

Eos launched himself into the air without hesitation, his strong wings rapidly propelling them forward. Taylor took a deep breath as they flew away from the castle, filling her lungs with the cool, fresh air. Amy was holding on to her so tightly that Taylor felt as if she about to crush her ribcage. "Amy," she shouted, her voice caught up and carried away by the rush of the wind as soon as the words were spoken, "You're hurting me! Don't hold on so tight!"