Left on the Door step

by LeafSoto

There's a knock at the door. Strange. No one's knocked at this being's door before. At least not without dying immediately. What would be on the door step? Contains fighting violence. (Cover image created by NinjaSorceress @ Deviantart. If you're ever on that site be sure to check out her work!) This story is about what brings a family together and what can drive one apart.

3. Flight Training

4 Years later

Hecate is now 7 years old. I feel like now is the time for her first flying lesson. He looked away from the computer and at his daughter who was expirementing with a few blocks at a crafting table. She looked up and saw him looking at her and she smiled. She had acted tomboy-ish in her early years but now she had started to mature and she grew her hair out long. He also noticed that her eyes were starting to change from red to white. He smiled back and continued typing. She has mastered crafting and she is now expirementing with different blocks and materials. I am so proud of her. That's my goal for today: To teach her how to fly. He stood up and walked into the room.

"What are you doing now?" he asked her as he sat down on the couch.

"Just expirementing," she said. " But I'm not really making anything interesting."

"Do you remember a few years ago how I said I was going to teach you how to fly?" She gasped and she dropped what she was holding, an emerald.

"You're going to teach me how to fly?" she asked really excited.

"Yes, I am. Are you ready?"

"Yeah!" She stood up.

"Alright, lead the way." they both walked outside. They walked to a clear spot with no trees. "Alright. To fly you have to focus your energy."

"Focus your energy," she repeated.

"You have to be focused."

"Focused."

"And most importantly, you have to have the feelings of flight. The emotion that says, 'I want to fly'."

"I want to fly," she said to her self over and over.

"And before you know it," her dad said as he began to hover. "You're flying." Hecate took a few deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. She focused her energy whislt telling herself 'Fly. Feel the freedom of flight'. Her feet left the ground.

"I'm doing it!" she enthused.

"Keep your focus," he said. She kept going upward.

"How do I stop?" she yelled down.

"Stop thinking!" he yelled up to her. She closed her eyes and let her mind go blank. Then she felt the wind. She opened her eyes and she was falling to the ground. That's when the screaming started. Herobrine gasped as he move foreward to catch her. Just before she hit, he outstretched his arms and caught her. He steped back down onto the ground. "Hecate?" he asked. There was no response. He felt her pulse. "She passed out." He sighed and smiled. "At least she's alive." He brought her inside and he lay her on the couch. He placed a plate full of cookies with a glass of milk on the coffee table and he put a blanket on her. He went back to the computer. Flight Training Day 1 results: He thought for a moment and he shrugged to himself. He typed: Overall, alright. More lessons soon.