Ravenwings (Imaged + Completed) [1st in Trilogy]

Part I: Chapter 16

He flew me around in barrel rolls and loop-de-loops — it was surreal how much fun it was.

For something so dangerous to be so thrilling, I thought I must be crazy.

Raven dove down towards the ground, and curved back up to the sky at the very last second, close enough to let a blade of grass flick my nose before slingshotting back upwards.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, my nervousness overtaken by a rush of adrenaline as I laughed. "Is that all you got?"

Then I saw sneaky, coy expression on his face. "You're supposed to be scared."

"Should I be?" I challenged.

"Yes."

He bolted upwards fast enough to make my gut sink, higher than we'd ever been before. High enough I swear that I could touch the clouds, and the cool air gave me a chill.

And the Raven stopped. His wings beat loudly in the air, and we bobbed high in the sky as he cradled me in his arms.

I smiled. "You should know I'm not afraid of heights by now."

He simpered back. "I know you're not."

And with that, he dropped me.

I immediately tried to scream, only to find that by lungs had forsaken me in shock. And Raven was still floating up there, watching me fall! What the f*ck?! I would bet he was laughing right then, even if I couldn't see it, nor pay attention to anything but my obvious impending doom.

Far out of my reach, he dove down after me.

I was falling on my back, arms and legs flailing everywhere, and Raven was diving straight down, arms glued to his sides and his wings tucked in, cutting through the wind like a pencil.

It was fine if I was plummeting towards the ground in Raven's arms, but not on my own.

When he got to me, he turned to fall on his stomach, and he reached out to me with his hands, freefalling two feet above me.