Flight

For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return. Leonardo da Vinci

Hirador flashed a toothy grin. Meggie gulped, seeing his sharp teeth, and then remembered he wouldn't hurt her. "Before you ask any more questions, there is something you must see." He unfurled his wings and beat the leathery skin against the cool forest air. Hirador shifted onto his clearly strong back legs and leaped into the air. The wings beat once, twice, three times, and then he was out of the trees. Meggie watched the red dragon fly away and then a sharp pain, a burning, began to roil in her stomach. The sensation spread to the rest of her body, intensifying in her heart. She saw a red blur and then the ground shook. Before she could register the the absence of the burning agony, she was wrapped in a scaly foreleg and surrounded by thin, nearly translucent skin. She grunted and then tried to touch Hirador's mind. It worked, and she felt his frantic, incoherent thoughts. 

"Hirador! Hirador!" Meggie called out loud and then in mind, trying to get Hirador's attention. When the crimson dragon finally looked at her, his eyes were shiny. 

"Ah! How could I have been so stupid? Flying without my Tamer just after we bonded... Glaedus warned me about that! He always taught us not to." Hirador snarled.

Meggie coughed. "Mind loosening the grip a little, buddy?"

Hirador looked sheepish for a moment. Of course, the moment quickly passed, and his mind went racing forward. "Well, I suppose I'll have to keep you with me to show you everything." The dragon leaped up, beat his wings, and launched out of the trees. Meggie screamed. 

"HIRADOR!!!!!!!!" 

Said dragon continued to fly. Hirador was flying fast, faster than, Meggie thought, a rocket. So when he slowed down. She squealed again and clung tightly to his claws. 

"Open your eyes, Tamer."

Meggie did, and gasped. Her breath was stolen, and not just because of the altitude, either. The rolling green shade of the trees, the deep blue of lakes. There were soaring mountains, towering pines, and white puffy clouds. Suddenly, her vision shimmered and then became tinted red. She could see everything. She could count the leaves on a pine branch, if she so desired. "This is how you see... all the time?" She whispered, amazed. 

She felt him grin and laughed in exhilaration. And when they started plummeting, she didn't think to be scared. Until she felt Hirador's fear. And the pain of the torn wing.

Author's Note

So, what do you all think?

Reviews

[Harley Rose]

This is really starting to sound like Eragon... but i love your imagery

[Wingless Fallen Angel]

People also said the Inheritance Cycle sounded too much like the Lord of the Rings trilogy. If you really pay attention, many books sound like many other books. Authors draw inspiration from each other. It's how we improve.

[Book Critic]

First of all, I have read both series and I can tell you that they sound nothing alike. Secondly, your writing holds several similarities to the Inheritance Cycle. If you don't want people to criticize your work and point out any and all shortcomings within it, you really shouldn't have posted it. And thirdly, you have not published any books that I know of, making you only a writer. Until you have published one of your pieces, you really shouldn't group yourself in with published authors. Please take this review into consideration and try to make the story more your own.

[LoperForLife]

First of all, I don't believe it's your business to be picking fights over someone's creative work. They're allowed to draw ideas from other stories as long as they're not published. And as you've said, this story is not published. I also seem to recall that "writer" and "author" are synonyms. Do your research before you decide to criticize others. Please take your review into consideration and try to make it more valid ;)

[Book Critic]

anything open to the public is considered published so you my friend, do your own damn research

[LoperForLife]

People like you, my friend, are considered simpletons who have nothing better to do with their miserable lives then criticizing writing that you wish you had enough skill to even compare to. How about you leave my friend alone and go be a rude lowlife elsewhere.

[Harley Rose]

Hey guys lets leave the arguing for messegeing please... no one really wants to hear this

[Bad Poetry]

thank you