Silas spread his powerful wings, transforming into a majestic eagle, his feathers gleaming in the sunlight as he took flight. The wind rushed past him, filling his lungs with the cool air of the open sky. He soared higher, feeling the familiar rush of freedom and power that came with flying. His sharp eyes focused ahead as he aimed straight for his sister's house, knowing exactly where he needed to go.
On the way, other eagles joined him, circling and gliding through the air, acknowledging him with a respectful distance. Silas thrived on this—the thrill of the sky, the danger that came with his every move, the pulse of adrenaline that made him feel alive. Up here, everything was clear and simple. No expectations, no demands, just the pure rush of wind and wings.
