Short Story: Flying Without Wings

The edge of the cliff really wasn’t helping my mood. My breath came out jagged, a puff of white cloud emerging in the cold weather. Snow was underfoot and small cracking sounds could be picked up, but only just about. My cape fluttered in the wind behind me, the suit I was in trying to keep as much warmth in as possible.

‘You have to try.’ A female voice spoke from behind me.

‘What if I’m not ready? I could destroy this place by accident if I’m not careful.’ I pointed out.

‘Then believe in your strengths. You have the power to restrain those abilities. Show them how it’s done.’

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