~Prologue

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Hunter yawned, stretching, only to feel some fluff around his back and neck. He got up, and walked to the bathroom. He looked at himself—his shirt had come off in his sleep wings were sprouted from his back.

He almost shouted, and was spilling with panic.

He shoved his shirt back over his head, his wings protruding through the holes for his arms. He grabbed his staff, rushing out his window.

His wings caught in the wind, knocking him off his staff. He didn't know how to fly so he began falling, his wings flailed in panic.

Eventually, he hit the ground. He saw his staff, and tried to grab it but lost consciousness.

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