She came to a place where she could no longer make the leap between the boulders, even as a cat. Her eyes were burning but through the haze she could finally see the angel. There was a group of four boulders floating together about seventy-five yards away. As a cat she could only jump twelve. He hung by his wrists as before. There was a platform of rock beneath him but it wasn’t very big.
I’m going to have to fly.
“I don’t want to do it.” She told Shepherd.
“No. I don’t have a sky form yet. I’ll have to call my wings. I’ll be in agony. I don’t want to do it.”
“Please Silver, listen to Me. You were made for this. No one else will come for him. If you don’t go to him, if you don’t at least try, Ariel will be stuck here until the end. Please go to him Silver. For Me? Please?”
Silver had turned away from the angel to consider a way back but Shepherd’s words stopped her.
“It will hurt, Shepherd. You have no idea how much it will hurt.”
“I have some idea Little One, but I know how much more it hurts to be stuck in Sheol without any hope of escape, as do you. Please Little One, go to Ariel. Lead My warrior home.”
Silver sighed and lowered her head.
“But it’s gonna hurt,” she whined at the floating rock beneath her feet.
“I know Little One. It hurts Ariel, it hurt Me.”
She reverted into a wolfdog and turned to face the angel again. She slowly backed away from the edge as the memories of when she’d spared with Nightraider and tried to change into her flying form came to mind. Her wings had appeared then, even though she had not called them. The thought of saying those words about herself while in Sheol didn’t sit well but the thought of baring her sensitive wings in this place again didn’t sit well either.
“Thank you Silver Fox.”
Silver took a deep breath then she ran, taking two powerful strides and leapt, closing her eyes. She thought of the few times she had looked up at the skies of Sheol.
I can fly these skies and know them better than anyone who is in them but not of them.
A pair of wings beat down powerfully. To her surprise there was no stinging, no burning and no pain. She opened her eyes but refused to look at herself, not yet. This was her flying form.
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