"Your wings!"
"AM TRYING!" James yelled.
He welcomed the pain and his lower back opened up and his shoulder blades exploded in pain. His wings erupted but he kept falling.
"NOW WHAT!" He screamed.
Morax chuckled and and moved his hands as if he were flying.
"This should help you. Move your arms as if they were your wings and fly."
James moved his arms but they weren't helping.
"ITS NOT WORKING!"
"Calm your acorn head down and concentrate." Morax yelled.
"Please! The floor is getting close."
"Ill see you on the ground."
James screamed and kept swaying his hands when he was 10 feet from the ground they finally listened. He flew and his legs hit the ground and he stumbled his wings twisting. His eyes teared up but he bit his lip.
He got up and his wings took over and he was starting to fly up. Morax took a hold of his leg yanking him down. He stroked one of the wings and as if they were shy they disappeared.
All the dark encircled Morax and James.
"Please follow me."
James took a step forward and so did all those that surrounded him. When he paused they all pointed swords at him.
"Stop playing around James and move."
They walked threw the village of the dark and many of them stared at James. It was likely that they were criticizing the king of Ver who was wearing clothes only the dark wear.
"IDIO.." James said but Abigor who appeared out of thin air kicked his stomach.
James doubled over and the guards left James. Morax stepped aside as well grinning.
"Morax!" James said threw gritted teeth.
"Your brother is quite angry you didn't let him sleep."
"That was your fault!"
"Oh my bad."
Abigor grabbed a sword and James reached for one he did not have.
YOU ARE READING
Woodlands
Fantasy4 kingdoms. One boy, destined to create the fall for all 4 including his own. Will the prophecy be fulfilled. The dark are desperate to get hands on the boy.
