Cool thin mountain air whipped around jagged rocks that stuck out from cliff sides standing thousands of feet in the sky. Silvyr stood with his broom in hand looking over the terrain that spread out before him as far as his eyes could see. Groups of dark green forest stuck out from the low clouds like islands hanging in the sky.
Suddenly a single figure traveling by broom shot out of the clouds moving to fast to go unnoticed. Silvyr ruled out the possibility of a civilian flying in such a remote area. While looking at the hooded figure Silvyr spoke to Miseria over his shoulder and pointed in the distance, "There he is. Don't let him escape!"
Without another word he dove off of the cliff side and plummeted straight down head first. The air rushed past his face while he fell hundreds of feet towards the sea of grey mist underneath. As he fell he thought of the possibility of slamming head first into the forest below but he refused to rescue himself. Heart beats filled his ears while he held his broom by his side. Silvyr closed his eyes and waited until he felt cool damp moisture of the mist accumulate on his face before throwing his feet over his broom and pulling up as hard as he could. His heart pounded while he continued to climb back out into the fresh clear air and taking off as fast as his broom would allow towards the cloaked figure in the distance.
by Silvyr Svan Sat Apr 27, 2013 10:20 pm
