Summit
by revanninja

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His breath came in short gasps his lungs burned with each pull of air. His body screamed at him burn with pain for his arrogance of pushing himself.
His foe stood strong unyielding, his face a mockery of his efforts.

Rage built in his heart time and again he had tried to reach his foe and each time he was betrayed by his own efforts. Not this time he swore.

Eyes Narrowing body tensed he launched himself at his foe a scream baring all his rage and frustration bursting forth from his lips a sound which the very heavens themselves seemed to shy from.

One step his body shook the effort alone almost undoing him then and there but he gathered himself and pushed onwards.

Second step his determination found purchase strength flowed into his limbs stretching them and strengthening them.

Third step his strength built his footfall but a light tracing of the earth. He felt his worry and frustration burn away and pure glee at finally reaching his foe the end was Now.

Fourth Step his foot came down and coil his power gathering springing him high in the air his limbs stretched to their fullest every ounce of him gathered unto one goal to reach his Foe.

Fifth Step was no step but a flight unto his foe at long last the goal was met.

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Eugene felt his grin widened as his sons launched himself with all the grace a 1 year old could at him. His arms circled him pulling him close into his embrace.

Eugene had felt pride in a job well done of defending his people from enemies and striking at the shadows that would consume them but as he held his son for the first flying to his embrace he knew that was nothing compared to the pride he felt in watching his son his wings stretched truly fly for the first time in his young life. Love and pride warmed his heart as his son huffed with effort against his chest.

His eyes tracked towards the ground where Morgiana stood. Her eyes met his and a cocky smile lifted on to her face. No words were needed just their son and the knowledge of his first flying lesson.

His head bowed to his sons hair whose head rested on his chest. The boy was tired his efforts had exhausted him and already he was sleepy against his chest.

His breath ruffled the boys short black hair as his voice soft as the hair it was spoken into released its words.

"I am Proud of you." Eugene said