Soaring Above

Neither of us wanted to get up this morning. We barely slept last night with the worry of what was to come. We just were not ready to say goodbye to one another, but what choice did we have? All we could do was follow the current that was life’s pull.

As soon as we found ourselves in a quiet spot, I turned into my true dragon’s form and allowed Max to ride on my back while I carried his bike. With him holding on tight, I leapt into the air. At first, he seemed scared, but once I levelled out, he settled down and allowed himself to enjoy the ride.

It was the last few moments we were going to have, so I tried to enjoy it with him.

“No one will see us, right? I don’t want them thinking the worst…” Max mumbled as he tried to keep his head as low to my scales as he dared.

“They won’t see me,” I reminded him. “I’ve tried to make it look like you’re using something to glide, but I don’t know if the magic will work quite like that. Usually, illusions only work on the caster and not on a targe