"I hate you!" Ty howled as he fell.
Why don't we do stuff like that more often? It's fun.
Ember ignored Zariah and watched Ty fall. Hopefully he wouldn't panic, and he'd use his wings. So far, though, that didn't appear to be happening. Ty was thrashing in terror, his wings whipping around wildly.
That didn't mean there wasn't time to change that. Ember had chosen the ancient obelisk as a training ground simply because it was so tall that there would be time for Ty to learn how to fly before he hit the ground. Ember paced back and forth from the edge to the center of the pillar. He should figure out his wings any time now, and then he'd probably want to punch her.
Ember sighed. Maybe it was a bit of a rash decision to push him off. But then again, it had been how she'd learned, as Zariah wasn't exactly willing to coach her.
The small girl stared at Herobrine. Her petite lavender colored wings fluttered nervously, and her bright blue eyes were huge and terrified. "You want me to jump?"
"Yes, Emma. It's the only way you'll learn, after all."
"But Zari's not going to help me. She told me!"
"Well, that's why you should learn to do this on your own."
"But I'm scared. I don't want to jump," the girl protested. "I won't be able to fly!"
"Yes, you will," the god said gently. "I promise you you'll fly."
The girl shook her head stubbornly, her lower lip sticking out petulantly. "I'm not going to jump!"
"Emma…"
"I won't, I won't, I won't!" The girl stamped her foot. Her chest was heaving as she started to hyperventilate, both scared and indignant.
"You will!" Herobrine growled.
"But I—"
Herobrine gave her a shove, and the girl squeaked, pitching forward and tumbling over the edge. The dark god sat down to wait.
A few moments later, the girl rose over the edge of the obsidian pillar, her purple wings beating furiously. "This is so awesome!" she shouted happily. Alighting on the edge, she impulsively ran forward and hugged Herobrine, who gingerly disentangled himself from the small child. "What will we do next, Hero?" she asked, blue eyes no longer terrified but worshipful, her trust in the god unshaken by the fact that he had just pushed her off of the obsidian tower.
"You'll practice flying. I have business to do."
Her face fell. "Okay. I thought you might stay and play for a while."
"No, Emma. I'm busy. But I might bring you a friend when I come back."
"You mean it?" she asked.
"I do," he promised. "Now don't forget to practice!"
"I won't!" she vowed as the god vanished.
Ember opened her eyes, slipping out of the memory. Oh, yes. She was waiting for Ty.
He should have come back by now.
Suddenly concerned, Ember dived forward, folding her wings in tightly to gain maximum speed. Her hair was whipped back in a tornado around her face as she plummeted like a meteor towards the cream colored ground. Idly, she wondered what color grease spot she'd be if she didn't manage to pull up in time. Purple, most likely, a lavender smudge on the infinite canvas of the Ender plains.
At the last second, she snapped her wings out, pulling out of her dive and soaring upwards towards the dark sky. No sign of Ty, although that was probably a good thing. It meant he wasn't a smashed insect on the window pane of the world.
Ember retracted one wing partway, spinning herself around to face the obsidian pillar. "Ty, where are you?" she called worriedly.
A small whimper answered her, though whether it was the wind or the boy was impossible to tell.
"Ty!"
Suddenly, she saw him. He was pressed flat against the wall of the ancient tower, about a third of the way down. Somehow, he wasn't falling. Ember flew closer. "Are you okay?" she asked, hovering nearby.
He twisted his head around to stare at her. His pupils were huge, and she could hear his heart pumping rapidly, thumping its panic against the prison of his chest. "Why did you do that?" Ty whimpered.
Now that she was closer, she realized that he'd dug his front claws into the stone and was hanging on like a treed cat over an icy river. His arms were rigid and trembling from the strain of holding on. "Oh, geez, Ty. You could have just flown, you know."
He hissed as she came nearer. "Don't do that ever again. As soon as I get off of here, I'm going to make you pay."
How terrifying.
Exactly.
"And how do you plan on getting off?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"I'll climb down and then murder you."
"You might want to start with looking down," she suggested, feeling Zariah's mind pressing on hers, guiding her speech.
Ty did so and blanched, his face whitening even further. When he met her eyes again, his green ones were wild with fear. "Alright. I hate you even more now. Get me out of here, and I won't kill you."
"How do you expect me to get you down?"
"You mean you can't?" Ty almost wailed.
"Look, Ty, you just have to let go and relax. You'll know what to do."
"Ember!" he howled in impotent rage.
"You're bigger than me. I can't exactly carry you," she pointed out.
"I'm not letting go! Ever!"
"Ty, you have to. It's the only way. You'll use your wings and fly, if you can just relax."
His arms trembled; his entire body quaked. Ty's green wings fluttered, and his tail lashed furiously as his pleading gaze met Ember's purple eyes. "There has to be something else."
"There isn't, Ty, trust me."
Ty swallowed hard. "How did you learn? To fly, I mean."
"Herobrine pushed me off this tower."
"How old were you?"
"Six."
He stared at her. "It worked?"
"I'm talking to you, right?"
"I guess so…"
"Ty, if you just let go and fly to the ground, I promise that I won't bother you about flying again."
"Ever?"
"I will never ever bother you about learning to fly again. Okay?" She just had to get him off the wall at this point. Desperate measures seemed to be necessary.
He gulped. "I—okay."
"Now let go."
Ty's arms spasmed, and for a second his grip seemed to loosen. Then he sighed. "I can't."
Zariah growled at that moment, her frustration boiling over. "Just go!" Ember snarled, lunging at him. With an 'eep' of strangled fear, Ty fell away from the wall, spinning out of control towards the ground. She tucked her wings in and dived after him.
That worked.
Yeah, great, and now he's in terrified free-fall.
"W—what do I do?" Ty called desperately.
"Glide!"
They were a hundred meters above the ground.
Seventy.
Fifty.
Twenty-five.
Five.
"This is freaking awesome!" Ty screamed as he pulled out of the dive.
Yup. That's cool. Ty likes flying. Flying likes Ty. That's logic.
First of all, I need to say something: HOLY CRAP!
This story has received 100 reviews. 100! That is insane.
When I started writing, I didn't think that anyone would actually read this. I thought that I had no chance of actually getting (dare I say it?) fans. Now there are people who read my stories, and like them, and tell me that they like them. This is INSANE. I'm just a regular girl writing stories. And I have 100 reviews. *BRAIN EXPLODES*
So, I want to thank you guys for that. Without the support that I've gotten, I don't think that I would have been able to dig deep with all the stuff that goes on in my crazy life and continue writing. Thank you guys so much! Internet cookies for all!
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Here are the character point totals! Y'all can keep voting (only two people)! Remember, this helps me figure out who lives and who dies! Hahahahahaha! (And I'm not necessarily killing them because they're lowest.) (Just saying.) (It's a mostly arbitrary system.)
Aradyn/Rogue: 2
Zariah/Ember: 2
Rosewing/Crimson: 1
Wispice/Mint: 1
Eguire/Ty: 4
Herobrine: 1
Seto: 2
Mitch: 3
Sky: 2
Jason: 2
SOTC: 'Everytime' by Britney Spears. I don't think I used this already... Everytime I try to fly/I fall without my wings... It felt right.
