Sibyl’s POV
Help! I'm afraid of heights.
The Werebird's wings were as big as a roof, and every time she flapped them, I felt like I was being hit by a hurricane.
Put me down!
The rapid air hit me in the face. A pain burst forth in my head. My skin was very prickly and blood rushed to my eardrums.
I have never flown so high in the sky. I couldn't open my eyes or my mouth at all. I just curled up in her big claws, praying that she wouldn't drop me.
After a while, I felt a sharp drop in altitude. The sudden weightlessness put a lot of pressure on my heart and spine. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding in my chest faster and faster. I could only clench my fists and release them. I repeated the action repeatedly, trying to get my heart rate back up to what I could bear.
"Her Majesty is back," I heard a cheer.
Just when I thought I was going to die, I was thrown onto a soft mat.
I shook my head and tried to focus my eyes.
