Master of the skies...
Looking down below, thoughts of dread, anxiety and an uncertain demise races through his head. Emotions which are engulfing his whole being they control him as an unseen string.
But as he looks forward, those thoughts would be replaced with excitement and anticipation for the world that was once confined to twigs and leaves perched high above the tree would soon be enlarged to extend to the expanse that lies beyond him.
A most crucial time in his life... to fly free and soar with the wind as far as the eyes can see.
He flaps his wings as his claws grasp steadily on the branch generating drafts of air as if he is erasing the negativity welling up inside of him.
With one final glance, he closed his eyes then pushed himself from where he stood. Losing altitude, he struggled. Then instinctively flapped his forelimbs generating enough airflow lifting himself up. He is born to fly...
With each stroke, he feels himself becoming stronger and stronger, climbing higher and higher until he becomes one with the sky.
Looking down once more, there was no more dread or worry. It was relief, awe and a sense of certainty, a pleasing change from the monotony of the past.
He is ready to take on the world, ride the wind, to hover over the jets of air currents...
Becoming a master of the skies...
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