Board Thread:Clubs/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:8173:1152:E311:493A-20191228085735/@comment-39634324-20200103002520

“Feather, come on!” I told my best friend. “I’m really curious about the Magic Center. Let’s go!”

“Cherry -” Feather complained, flicking her wings. Her light gray fur was soaked, as was my red-brown fur. “We’ll get in so much trouble! Not only will we be leaving our group, we’ll be sneaking into the Magic Center. What if we disturb someone who’s refreshing the enchantment that supports the vines? Everything hanging from the Great Trees would collapse, including the Magic Center! Or if we accidentally stop someone who’s making the barrier around the territory stronger? Humans will find us! Or what if we disturb someone talking to a spy camp? The Emberflights will attack them!”

“Not if we don’t get caught!” I reminded her. She still looked nervous. I sighed. “The magic enforcing the vines was designed to last forever, and magic-users can’t enchant things from a distance. And stop being over-dramatic! The Emberflight Kingdom isn’t organized enough to attack or even find spy camps, and you know as well as I that humans aren’t waiting at the borders. All they see is a giant hole or something. Now come on! Bright’s dealing with Snowstorm again, and everyone else is either in the water or looking the other way. Now’s the perfect time!”

“Fine,” Feather admitted, glancing at another Scandela in our group - Snowstorm. The young white-furred Scandela was flailing around in the deep parts of the small lake, as she changed Stages a few weeks ago. Stage 1s were newly hatched Scandelas, who slept throughout the entire Stages as their brains learned the basics of life from the videos and recordings that played. Bright, our main supervisor, was trying to get Snowstorm to swim back to shore. Feather looked back at me. “But do I have to go?”

I sighed. “Fine, you can stay. Cover for me. And don’t tell anyone.”

Feather nodded. “Promise. Be careful."

“I will!” I flapped my small wings, my large ears down. The Magic Center was far above us, but I was a good flyer. I hovered above the sand, the warm glow of the lanterns making my fur shimmer. I quietly soared out of the roots of the Great Tree.

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