Bird

After the sun rose above the palace on the third day, Draco floated down from the tower he was on and landed in the courtyard. 

The palace guards had long since grown used to Draco appearing within the courtyard from the sky, and they paid him no mind. 

Draco then went into the palace and headed to his residence. 

He saw that Snow was in the room cooking breakfast, and Hana was standing next to her and assisting while she cooked the meal. 

Draco had come back just in time, for the food was just being served. 

"Hey Draco, I made breakfast. Come grab a plate before you leave." Snow said. 

Draco didn't know if Snow had forgiven him for the war crimes he had committed back in Tripoli, but it seemed like she at least still cared for him. 

Draco made a plate of food and sat down on the dining table. Hana set it in the middle of the table while Snow sat on the other side. 

Breakfast mostly went by in silence, with the occasional question by Snow in regards to what Draco was doing every day. 

Draco just told her that he was training, and that he had been learning to fly. 

Snow was obviously curious about what Draco meant by 'flying', for she had never actually seen Draco's boots in action. 

Draco simply laughed and said that he would show her sometime. 

Finishing his breakfast, Draco got up from the table and headed to his room to take a shower. He hadn't showered in probably a week by now, and although his enhanced body produced very little sweat, he was still beginning to stink. 

Draco took a quick shower, taking the time to wash his hair and scrub his thick body hair. There were layers of sand caked everywhere, and he had no idea he had gotten so dirty. 

He kept his green bracelet on though, for it was too important to leave lying around. Besides, Draco figured that it was probably waterproof. 

Getting out of the shower, Draco was surprised to see that Hana was standing in the bathroom!

The beautiful girl was standing right in front of the door, and she was holding a towel in her arms. Draco didn't even hear her enter the bathroom. 

"My lord, I have brought your towel." she said. 

Draco almost slipped out of the shower when he saw her, for Snow was just in the next room.

"Hana, what the hell are you doing in here?" Draco whispered, trying to keep quiet. 

Hana looked confused, "Are you not my lord? These are my duties, and you also forgot to bring a towel. Quickly, turn around my lord. You are dripping everywhere." she said. 

Draco was speechless as Hana rushed up to him and began to rub him down with the towel. 

She was blushing as she looked at his impressive length, but she said nothing as Draco held his arms to his sides and let her dry him off. 

When she was done, she bowed and quickly retreated from the bathroom. 

Draco then walked out of the bathroom, and he saw that Hana had folded his robes onto the bed. 

Hana was no longer in the bedroom, and Draco was speechless as he wondered what just happened. 

'Maybe this is how they do things in those Asian countries. Well, I guess I could get used to it.' Draco chuckled to himself, changing back into his robes. 

As Draco left he saw Snow and Hana were busy cleaning the kitchen, and Draco bid them farewell as he exited the residence. 

Draco headed back out of the palace, intending on flying through the city to pass the time until night came around. 

However, as Draco floated into the air, he had a sudden idea. 

'I wonder if I could use these boots to travel to far away places.' thought Draco. 

Draco then proceeded to fly into the air, higher than he had ever gone before. 

He went up so high that he passed the clouds, and he had even seen a plane fly below him at some point. 

Draco was now so high that the air was incredibly thin, and he feared that if he went up any higher he would be pulled into space.

His fears weren't unwarranted, for he was now over 50,000 feet (15,200 meters) in the air! 

This meant that Draco was floating nearly ten miles up from the ground. Luckily, he still had another fifty or so miles until he would be in space. 

Regardless, the air was very thin at his current elevation. Draco struggled to breath even with his enhanced body, for there was hardly any oxygen available for his lungs to breathe in. 

Holding his breath, Draco figured that this was high enough to try and reach a neighboring city. 

Draco willed his boots to de-activate, and he was sent falling from the sky like a green bullet. 

He spread his arms out and his robes became makeshift wings, and they caught the intense winds and sent Draco soaring forwards. 

For a long few minutes Draco hardly even lost any elevation, and at some points he had even been able to gain height. 

In reality, Draco's robes only allowed him to do this because they were a powerful artifact in their own right. They had weight altering properties, and this enabled Draco to fly with them as if he was a bird. 

Draco was indeed like a bird right now, for he had been flying for over ten minutes now and he had only dropped a few hundred feet. 

He flew through the skies for dozens of miles before there was any noticeable change in his elevation, but he was still over five miles in the air at this point.

Thirty minutes later, Draco spotted a small port city below him in the distance. 

Not even ten minutes later he managed to reach the city, and he hadn't even touched the ground once since leaving Benghazi. 

By the time he reached the city he was still a mile in the air, so Draco activated his boots and stopped his momentum. 

If he had continued on at his current pace he would have overshot the city and landed somewhere in the desert.

Draco turned the boots back off again and flew downwards to the city. Once he was close enough to the ground he activated the boots for a final time and touched down just outside of the city's outskirts.

Draco was satisfied with his test, for he had traveled well over two hundred miles in less than an hour. 

Bringing himself back into the air, Draco wanted to see if he could reach Benghazi before night fell.

Draco floated upwards until the air became unbearable to breathe, and then launched himself west. As Draco flew through the air he used his robes like a paraglider, and this time he caught a strong tailwind that kept him in the air for much longer. 

He flew for nearly two hours, and in this time he passed over both the cities of Ras Lanuf and Surt. 

By the time Draco was descending, another hour had passed, and he saw the expansive capital city of Tripoli in the distance below him. 

Draco had managed to reach Tripoli in just over four hours, and as he descended he saw that the entire city was undergoing intensive repair efforts. 

Hundreds of workers toiled on the roads as excavation crews cleared the rubble from destroyed buildings. 

A good quarter of the city was in ruins after Formica feasted on the royal palace's occupants, and the palace itself was still in shambles. 

Draco touched down on a high rise on the outskirts of the city, sighing to himself as he saw the true extent of the damage he caused. 

'Thousands of lives lost, all for me to acquire some treasures. I wonder if it was worth it." Draco thought, coming to terms with everything. 

Eventually, he came to the conclusion that he was fine with how things turned out. 

'I only have one life, and I intend on making the best of it. These people were simply stepping stones for my greatness.' Draco concluded, satisfied with his way of thinking. 

Draco sat atop the building for a few more hours, meditating as he waited for the sun to set.

By the time the sun had set, he had already used his breathing technique to draw out his inner psyche. 

When the moon rose above Draco, he was ready to achieve the first step of the moon manipulation technique. 

He reached out at the moon with his inner psyche, feeling for the faint glimmer of pressure he had felt the previous night. 

Now that he knew what he was looking for, it only took Draco a single hour to catch a glimpse of this pressure. 

Draco reached out for it, wrapping his inner psyche around the pressure as he sook to understand it.