Above the world

Remember this boy?


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Kor rose beyond the atmosphere, breathing as usual stopped, a fireball swirled in his chest, which spread pain throughout his body. Kor relaxed, closed his eyes. The glandular smell of blood hit his nose, and he tasted blood in his mouth. Golden Wing turned his attention to the nearest planet and stopped resisting, drowning in pain. Attention and wings themselves brought him into a different atmosphere. Kor took a deep breath. In the textbooks they wrote that over time it would not hurt. He circled another planet like a golden arrow, paused, preparing for another flash of pain, and flew back.
If Phoenix existed and suddenly returned, Kor would like to ask him a couple of questions. But there was no Phoenix, Kor was sure of that.
The fighter flew over the Ocean, his work is finished for today, he folded his wings and fell like a stone into the Ocean. Wet wings pulled down, the Winged did not like to swim, but Kor swam a lot, the Battle Wings needed to be able to do this, although no one forced them much, and no one closely eyed them to their skills be the same as in the Textbooks. They knew how to fight, they knew magic – that was enough to repel attacks. But Kor learned everything, and trained everything he could. He had no other life and interests. And there was no joy in life. The fighter went ashore, recovering and restoring his breath after leaving the atmosphere. Kor flung his wings sharply, shaking off the water, moving his shoulders, catching the air current with his wings, letting the Wind dry his feathers, then ran his hand through his golden hair and went to the Library of the Phoenix on foot.
I’m here, AlbireoMKG

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