A Spoonful of Magic

I'm not afraid of flying. I'm afraid of not flying.

I had never been the kind of girl to scream in rollercoasters. I was a singer. I sang under the shower, on my bike. I sang in choirs when I was a little girl and had weekly singing classes when I was studying to become a music therapist.

But the moment I realized we were really up in the air a yelp escaped my slightly parted leaps and I tightened my grip on the majestic creature beneath me.

Flying had definitely been somewhere on top of my bucket list for as long as I could remember. Due to the spinal cord stimulator and my pain disease I was not allowed to paraglide or jump from a plane, but I would have settled for anything that came close to the ultimate feeling of freedom.

I had never though that one day that dream would come true. And I had certainly not imagined how pleasant it would feel in my stomach. A million butterflies tickled my tummy and a huge smile spread across my face.

The cold wind blew in my face and I knew that my cheeks soon colored redder than the average apple. I didn't care. I had to fight the urge to spread out my arms and to throw my head in my neck.

This was it. This was the ultimate feeling of freedom. This was what I had longed for. This was why flying had been on top of my bucket list to begin with.

Beneath me the houses and streets became smaller and smaller until Connar broke through the clouds and there was nothing but white visible for as far as I could see. This was what cloud nine must look and feel like. Or maybe it was even better.

Connar flew faster than I had thought possible and even though I enjoyed every second of our trip, the cold quickly started to catch up with me. I was glad I had grabbed the beanie and the gloves. And I regretted not having taken a scarf too.

I regretted it even more that Connar couldn't talk in this form. The journey, that would surely last a few hours, would have been the perfect opportunity to ask him all those things I've always wanted to ask a book character, but never could.

What did book characters do when their story was finished and no one was checking in anymore how they were actually doing? Did they bring the change to the fearmancer world they had wanted to bring and how did the families who had chosen the wrong side handle that? How was it to share one girl with three of your best friends? Were they all still as much in love as they had been by the end of the series?

I only pulled myself away from my thoughts when I felt Connar descending again. I didn't know how much time had passed, but it didn't take long before we broke through the clouds again and an unfamiliar town came into view.

Silver Springs.

This had to be Silver Springs, the town where pumpkin spice lattes brought your soulmates to you, where Aliens could fall in love with a human girl and where even a cat could turn into a vampire after almost bleeding out.

I wanted to take in as much as I could, but way too soon Connar landed in the middle of the town square.

"You made it!" A blond haired girl reached out her hands to help me down. "Welcome to Silver Springs." She wrapped her arms around me as if we were friends even though I had no idea who she was. "It's so great to meet you!"