I saw the winged road.
I had wings.
I was soaring, my wings catching the air within its grasp.
I didn't understand how I could breathe up here like this. I had to have been going at least 150 miles per hour, yet it was as if I was barely moving. It seemed like it was meant to happen. My wings spread out and took me higher, higher than any other could fly.
I was flying.
Without a plane.
Without a bird, just me and my wings
I felt my strength increasing the longer I was in the sky. But, I wasn't alone anymore. A boy, around my age, appeared next to me. I saw his wings too… Before I could speak, he whispered through the wind. "Have you found your road?"
Huh?
My road?
What road?
He twirled around me, with such precision and grace that I could tell he was a pro. "Confused? I'll fill you in. This here is my road. I'll lend it to you until you find yours." He grabbed my hand and his touch felt familiar.
Did we meet before?
Do I know him?
How does he know me?
He started to fade as his wings grew outward. They swallowed him and, within an instant, he was gone. My wings slowly shrunk as I neared closer to the grassy field I started in and ceased once I was safe.
What did he mean by mine and his roads?
Why did he have wings or better yet how?
And why did he just leave like that after showing himself?
"Wake up!" A voice spread throughout the trees. The wind spoke to me. The sky started to darken and the atmosphere changed. "Wake up!" I knew that voice. That voice wasn't in this world I was in. Then suddenly, everything faded to black.
