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The air seemed to whistle happily. If it was possible to stay up here forever, she most certainly would. There was no question. Of course, Holly doubted that would ever be possible.
Vacation: One of the most magical words ever. Especially if you were in the LEP. You hardly ever got down time in her career. And it was beautiful up here. Always had been. So Holly had taken to flying all the live long day. There were a few wisps of white clouds here and there, but really not to much to worry about, in the way of bad weather.
Even as she thought this, she neared the coast of an Asian country (she really didn’t know which one, because she hadn’t been paying attention). The trees soon thinned to an area not seen by too many Mudman. A cliff appeared (or rather the edge of one did), a tall one that went down almost two hundred kilometers to waves raging against the side.
The rocky ridge looked very unstable. It was slightly windy too, so Holly carefully landed on the edge of the cliff, looking down into the ocean. After peering down for a moment, she sat, with her legs hanging over the side, and began to remember.
Anxiety coursed through Holly’s veins on that day. Anxiety and a little fear, though she hardly let it show. Trouble sat beside her; in those days the two had been inseperable, just not in the romantic sense. Trouble seemed to have a giddy grin on his face as they flew to the abondoned island near Kenya in Africa. The island was large enough to contain an ecosystem, but small enough to not be too interesting to Mudman.
Holly and Trouble had just gotten out of the Academy and the next big step was to practice real flying, not the simulation stuff that they had to practice on before that never really let you feel the wind.
Besides them, there was about fifteen other fairies, the pilot of the hidden air craft they were flying in, and the instructor. The instructor was a sprite who was at this moment, talking about what position was usually best to fly as fast as possible in.
Finally it was time. They all lined up according to who had gotten the best scores in the simulation flying test. Holly was second in line, behind Trouble.
The instructor told something to Trouble that nobody else seemed to hear over the roar of the wind outside. Trouble took a tentative step forward, then, putting on a brave face, the elf jumped out the door of the aircraft.
Now it was Holly’s turn. The instructor yelled in her hear, “Spread your arms wide and just wait for the wings on your back to take over! When it does….” The rest of his speech was lost as fear peirced Holly for the first time in years. What if it failed? What if something went wrong and her wings wouldn’t move? She would just plummate to the ground then! Not exactly the most favorable way to die!
The instructor screamed, “Go!” and Holly, ignoring the thoughts running around in her head, jumped out of the craft.
Freedom. That was one way to describe it. Despite the doubts in her head, her wings started and Holly felt free. The sky raced past in an exhilerating blue. The wind flew through her hair as she turned summersaults. All of a sudden, it was so much easier to breathe and each breath tasted cleaner, purer. The sky was literally the limit here.
Soon she found Trouble and the rest of the guys, all flying around laughing. The sky was just perfect, plus it felt good to have finally done this, and without a problem too!
Finally, it was time to head back. There was a large plain about two miles away that the fairies had to reach, as the aircraft was there. The flight passed without a problem. That first day of flying was Holly’s (and no doubt, the other fairies’) idea of a truly brilliant day.
It would forever remain a magnificent memory in the Sky.
Yes finally! I have finished the first chapter! R & R, pleez!