Post by Cappa on Feb 15, 2015 5:27:22 GMT
A young emolga stood on top of a freezing mountain. She was grinning from ear to ear and looking over the island she called home. It was freezing on top of the mountain peak. A place called the snowy mountains and if she stayed up there much longer she might freeze. So the little girl flipped down some goggles over her eyes and readied her flaps that worked as wings. She was a glider not a flyer so getting up high was a must. This was one of the highest places she could think of. So the emolga took a big breath and then jumped, extending her arms to the fullest.
For a quick second she fell, and then the air caught her wings and she glided away from the rocky death that may have awaited her. Her name was Cappa. She lived at the nursery in the town, being that she didn't know where or who her parents were. Most of the people there were little kids, but she wasn't. She would be out of there soon and she had to be ready with some cool tricks to show people on the mainland. She wasn't going to stay on Cresent Island forever. She wanted to be famous for her cool gliding tricks. That was Cappa's dream.
Then she took to spiralling. First in big wide circles in the air and then in tiny little ones. She straightened out and then looked out at the scenery. Her goggles were easy to see through and she could see almost every edge of the moon shaped island. It was easy to imagine cresselia creating this island as her own part of earth. The earth was lost from Cappa's vision as she did a flip backwards. She could only see the sky for a second as she reached the apex of her loop. She fell backwards and the faced down again, her wing flaps catching onto the wind once again. Cappa laughed and the did another loop.
Then it was onto the diving. Cappa turned her head towards the ground and tucked in her arms. This was why she needed the goggles. The air made it so that her ears were plastered to her head. She loved this feeling. She was falling with nothing to hold her back but herself. When Cappa could almost see apples on some trees below she extended her arms. She was jolted back and then slowly floated down until she landed on a tree. Cappa was laughing and whooping from the top of the tree as she picked and apple and took a bite. It was bitter. The young emolga spit it out and look around. The area she was in was dark, with too many tree and overgrown. In a second it hit her. The gloomy forest. The exhilaration of her flight was all gone and replaced with a cold terror. She had never been in a dungeon before and something told her it wasn't going to end well.