Hey guys, Sorry it took so long! I couldn't get on the computer for days. But on the plus side, I completed four chapters this weekend! Yay!!!! Anyway!!!
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Fishing
“Are you ready?”
Devon spreaded his wings and smiled at his old father who was spreading his wings as well. “Bring it on, old flyer!” he shouted confidently as they took off into the air, first diving for the grass below and then pulling up at the last minute.
“Let’s see if you can keep up with me this time, hotshot!” Pterano challenged the younger flyer, flying higher.
“Hey, let’s not forget who keeps running into trees during flights like these!” Devon shot back, fallowing the older flyer.
“Quiet you!” Pterano returned and all of a sudden, he smirked. Which only meant one thing…
Pterano flew real low so that he was under his son as he rolled onto his back, looking at him straight in the eyes. “So…” he started coolly, still smirking evilly. “You think old flyers like me can’t dance? Well, let’s see you do this…”
Without another word, the red flyer back flipped, aiming himself toward the earth about a thousand feet below him. And thus, the free fall began as he aimed his beak straight down, fallowed by the rest of his body. He closed his eyes at the wind blew rapidly past him. He felt like a flying rock, the so called “Stone of Cold Fire” to be exact, entering the earth’s atmosphere. Slow and steady at first then faster and faster each second. One second, he’d be travelling five meters per second and the next he would be travelling ten meters per second towards the ground. And so on and so on…
No more than ten feet off the ground, Pterano snapped his eyes open, spreading his wings and pulled up, launching himself towards Devon. And speaking of Devon…
The blue flyer just stared down the path Pterano went, desperately searching for even the smallest sign of Pterano. Oh dear, he sure hoped nothing bad had happened. He was about to fly in and help when…
“WAAAAHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Pterano shouted to the heavens from behind the blue flyer. Devon couldn’t help but smile in relief as Pterano rushed in front of him, performing a couple front flips while doing so. “Take that, hotshot!!”
Devon chuckled ate this; Pterano was just your average child at heart, wasn’t he? “Crazy grandpa flyer…” he muttered, smiling, though he was quiet thankful Pterano couldn’t hear. He fallowed the older flyer, quickly catching up to him.
“As you may have noticed, I improved…” Devon smirked at the older flyer.
Pterano chuckled heartily, smiling proudly at his son. “I see you have, young one…” he paused, smirking back. “But its not enough…” With that, he shot himself diagonally towards the beach below them with Devon close behind him.
The blue flyer flew above the older flyer, keeping a good lead over his father. He was the first one to land on the beach, right next to the Big Water so he could feel that refreshing liquid smother his sweaty feet. He waited for the aging flyer to land beside him before they immediately pulled into an embrace. “Yay!! I did it!!!” he practically shouted into the older flyer’s ear. But why did that matter? Devon finally reached his goal and Pterano was proud of him nonetheless. “After all these years, I finally beat you!”
“Yes, you did.” Pterano chuckled, tightening his strong arms around Devon’s back, pulling him closer. “I’m very proud of you, my son.”
Devon nuzzled his shoulder, tightening his arms around Pterano’s neck, never ever wanting to let go of him. He absolutely loved it when Pterano called him “Son.” And he absolutely loved calling him “Dad.” He loved the older flyer with all of his heart and he was so thankful to have him as a father. He even gave Pterano a gentle, loving kiss on the cheek.
The father and son reluctantly broke the hug as they smiled fondly, nuzzling each other’s beaks lightly. “Well, now. Let’s get fishing, shall we?” Pterano offered.
“Of course, Dad.”
Pterano took off to the sky, Devon close behind. “Let’s see who can catch the most fish,” the blue flyer challenged.
“You’re on,” Pterano replied. From then on, the two flyers caught as many fish as they could before the sun was setting over the horizon. Both of their fish piles were big, but no taller than their knees. They looked pretty much the same size, which made it hard to decide who the winner was so…”Wanna just call it a draw?” Devon offered.
“Yeah…” Pterano agreed. With that being said, the two flyers sat next to the rock formation to feast on their fish. Devon took his first fish and held it above his beak…
Only to have it snatched right out of his grasp by Pterano. “Hey!” he reacted.
Pterano just laughed, standing up on his feet. He sniffed the fish. “Mmm…salmon, my favorite, “ he teased as he walked around with the fish in his mouth playfully.
“You’re funny, Pterano.” Devon returned sarcastically. “Really mature…” The blue flyer tried to grab it from the older flyer but Pterano snatched it away just in time.
“My fishy!” Pterano growled playfully with his mouth full as he continued to walk away from Devon, hands on his hips. “Mine!” Devon saw his chance to launch himself towards the red flyer, hopping on his back, causing Pterano to spit the fish out of his mouth. But he caught the fish before it could go in the sand. The next thing Pterano did was bend down, causing Devon to roll off his back.
Devon immediately recovered and lunged at the older flyer again, only to be held back by the beak. Devon pushed with all his might but he just couldn’t break out of the red flyer’s grip. Pterano was about to consume the fish when…
He fell beak first into the sand, dropping the fish while doing so. The fish landed in Devon’s hand and he finally consumed the fish and Pterano…well let’s just say that he got nothing but a mouth full of sand.
The red flyer rolled onto his back to figure out what had just happened. Devon had pulled back, breaking himself from the beak grip. Pterano was leaning on Devon, preventing the blue flyer from getting the fish. And because Devon had broke away, Pterano had nothing left to lean on, so that sent him falling beak first into the sand.
Devon practically had a laughing fit as he helped his father up on his feet. “Very funny, Devon,” Pterano spoke with a raspy voice.
***
About twenty minutes later, Pterano and Devon watched the sun set, remaining silent until…
“Dad?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you okay?” Devon asked worriedly. “You’re…usually not this quiet.”
Pterano chuckled softly, patting his son’s head. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
Devon gave him a “Yeah, right.” look. Last time Pterano said that, he overheard him mutter, “I hope..” just before he fell asleep that night. “It’s about that sleep story, isn’t it?”
Pterano cursed at himself. He loved his son with all his heart and would do anything for him, but sometimes, he just hated it when Devon could read minds. There were three options to get out of this situation.
He could tell his son the truth.
He could lie.
Or he could play dumb.
Actually, playing dumb doesn’t sound like a bad idea right now…”Sleep story? What sleep story?”
“The herd…”
So much for wishful thinking. Pterano sighed. He might as well…”It’s just…ever since I’ve had that dream, I couldn’t stop thinking about…her…”
Devon nudged him gently. “Dad, Haylie’s in a better place now. You don’t have to worry about her anymore.”
“I still miss her though.”
“I’m sure you do,” Devon wrapped an arm around him, giving him a side hug. “But like I said before, you’re not alone in this world. You’ve got me.”
Pterano lovingly at his son. “You’re right,” he leaned against his head gently. “What would I do without you.”
“Yes, I’m a very important creature…” Devon smirked.
Pterano chuckled heartily as he rested his beak on the blue flyer’s head. “That’s right. I’m very proud of you, you know that?”
“At least you are…” Devon pulled away, hanging his head.
Pterano studied him for a moment. He at first wondered what he was talking about but as soon as he recognized the unforgettable look Devon had when he had just confronted his former father, the red flyer knew exactly what this was all about. He placed a fatherly arm around the blue flyer, pulling him close. “Hey, it’s okay. Sierra’s long gone. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“I know, but still…”
“And even if he did, I’d kick him right out of the Great Valley.” Pterano interrupted, pulling the boy close to his chest.
Devon just shut his eyes, sliding his arms around Pterano’s back. Man, I’m so lucky to have him as a father, Devon thought to himself as the older flyer stroked his head gently.
They broke the hug, smiling fondly at eachother. “Let’s go home, shall we?” Devon spoke. “I sense Petrie is getting worried about you.”
“Of course.” With that being said, the two flyers packed up all the fish they’ve caught into giant treestar sacks. They spreaded their wings and took off into the sunset…
Totally unaware that they were being watched the whole time.
A couple of flyer figures landed on the beach exactly where Pterano and Devon were at. The purple crested flyer walked up to the shore, feeling the water smash against her feet. “What is it?” asked the male flyer in a soft British accent.
“I think I know him…” the purple flyer replied, staring curiously in Pterano and Devon’s path.
“What makes you think that?”
“I don’t know. But for some reason, every time I look at him, the feeling ofde ja vu sweeps over me.” She turned to her pink partner. “Come Rinkus, let us head wherever they are going.”
With that being said, the two flyers took off in Pterano and Devon’s direction, totally unaware of what’s to come…
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WHOA! WHAT A CHAPTER!!! Man this took me so long to type, like three or four hours! Holy crud!
Enjoy!
