So I realized that there was a big hole between ch. 8 and 9...so I went back to my notebook...and I found some more stuff that was SUPPOSED to by typed up as the rest of ch. 8! (no wonder it was so short) so...this is right after Mirage leaves the Flock. Sorry!
Mirage POV
The next week passed by in a blur. I flew, ate, drank. Random thoughts flew into my head, like "wish I'd told Nudge not to feed lettuce to chipmunks." Stuff like that. Other times, I would feel myself rise up, take a sharp turn, or drop down for no apparent reason. If I were looking at myself from the outside, I would see a girl flying to nowhere with her eyes closed.
But on the inside, I knew I was accomplishing something. I was getting closer. Jack wasn't dead, and I was going to save him. I could feel it. Just like I could feel the fatigue seeping into my bones. Normally, I would ignore it, but I knew that something was about to happen. I would need my strength. Diving down, I soon found myself landing in a tree. Where was I? ...Arizona. a.k.a. the middle of nowhere.
De-lightful.
I jumped to the ground, waiting for my power to kick in.
Nothing.
I frowned to myself. What was I supposed to do now? Open my eyes? Oh, yeah.
I opened my eyes. There was just enough light to see the skinny trees, dense underbrush, and small stream that surrounded me. It was the perfect hiding place. Ducking down, I drank some water from the stream and nearly groaned with pleasure- I hadn't realized how completely parched I was. After resting for a bit, I caught a skinny desert rabbit and ate it (I'll spare you the gory details). For such a mind-bendingly exciting adventure, that night was pretty boring.
The next morning, I flew up high, wincing as my sore wings stretched out. A couple of miles away, the dry shrubs gave way to a forest, which eventually stopped at the edges of a neighborhood. With like, normal people in it. It was the only place I could go unless I wanted to, like, die.
With a few powerful strokes, I was shooting through the air towards the unknown.
