I walk down the street, for the first time feeling cold. The night wind howls as I look up at the moon. How could he do this? Man in the Moon give me immortality. For what? As my anger builds, frost creeps up the sides of trees and rocks nearby. I hover, staff gripped so tightly my fingers turn red. Then I realize- I can fly. Why don't I fly up to the moon and actually ask him? Once I thought it, the idea seemed so obvious, like I should have seen it along time ago. throwing my hood back, I yelled into the inky black sky.
"Take me to the moon!"
I watched as cars shrunk to the size of ants, than mere specks on a plane of twinkling city lights. The air was slowly thinning and my breaths were rapid and shallow. I squinted up at the full moon, brilliant light blinding my eyes. It was really peaceful up here, almost too peaceful. It took me a second to realize what was wrong. I was no longer flying. I feel my limbs go limp. No! I had to make it! I had to ask him! I turn my eyes slightly toward the ground. I was no longer flying above the city but a foreign place I couldn't identify. With every passing second it became harder and harder to stay awake until the feeling was overwhelming. I fall to the ground in a black abyss of sleep.