Chapter 3

(Sorry for not posting, i had a cold.)

The three, when out of the gazebo climbed up to the top, they stretched their wings, flapped twice and launched off of the roof. With the cold rain slapping in their faces they flew. Throwing gravity to the wind. They spiraled upward, heading for a large storm cloud. When above it, the skies were clear, untouched. They flew for what seemed like hours. Only stopping once to rest. When they landed for their rest. The cities were wee specks in the distance. Pulling out bread, cheese, and wine. Ahzera said, "We've been lucky so far. Soon enough someone will see us, and our other forms will be missed." "We knew that eventually fate, and Lord Kozemas would call on us." Lilian remarked. Charles piped up and added, "Yes, our lord is calling. Should we not answer?" After a half hour of resting, they climbed an old oak tree, its branches and leaves barring them at every turn, as if to say, "Don't go. Do not leave." They reached the top and with a jump, flap and heave, they were off. Hours later, they finally stopped for the night. "Not much further now. We're doing well." Lilian said. Ahzera nodded and began to start a fire. Using his newly made flames. He burned a circle around the camp. "I feel the full transformation coming. We need to hurry." he said as he worked. Charles pulled a sack of herbs from his pockets and planted sprigs of the sickly sweet plant in the burned ground. "Yes. I feel it too. The urge to burn... the feeling of pent-up power. Release will soon come, I believe." he said as he finished his planting. Lilian began putting her hands together, like clapping, but every time she pulled her hands back, it became harder and harder to pull back. After a few minutes of this work. (It looked like she was pulling taffy now) A small string materialized, between her hands. Straining harder now, she kept going. With every pull, the string got bigger thicker, and began to have a blue sparkling aura. She finally stopped and gasped, "Boys! Put the spirit rope down with your burned ground and skymirrors." As they did so the ground around them rose up in a huge sphere. Flying through the air. Ahzera then said, "The flying camp spell should work for the night. I'll take the first watch. You two sleep." The others made no comment, but grunted in response. They trudged to their tents and slept. Ahzera pulled his hand in an upward fashion. A chair made out of dirt, flowers, and grass rose up out of the ground. Slumping into it. Ahzera rested, but didn't sleep. Yawing, he looked forward. Into the horizon.