Cyril sat on the Stairway to Heaven. The waterfall was falling as it is wont to do. The eerie message gouged into the ground was being eerie and only vaguely informative, as it was wont to do. And Cyril forgot to fly, as he was wont to do when he gains his first set of wings. Woops. You know, they say flying is just like riding a bike, you never forget. Well isn’t that just a lie?
“You know, they say flying is just like riding a bike, you never forget. Pfft. That’s a lie.” Cyril said aloud and sighed. Cyril got up and walked to his glowing cloud of a ship. He tossed the large, gilded book he had acquired from the lady underground on a chair and left his ship again with the intent of learning how to fly again. How DID one fly? Well, Cyril knew how to fly with wings. That was easy. It was a simple matter of lift, drag, thrust, and gravity. But how did people without wings fly? Did they propel themselves into the air with ki? No that couldn’t be. Did people have to meditate for years on flight? Or perhaps people just flew by falling and not thinking about it, thus tricking gravity into non-existence. Probably that. Cyril tripped and flew into the air without thinking about it.
Word Count: 227. To Relearn Flight.
