Erynion stood on top of a rather large boulder in the middle of a field, glancing down at the ground below. The drop wasn't that high, but given how small he was, one could excuse his nerves. His wings twitched and he took a deep breath, reassuring himself.
"This is it, Ery. Today is the day you learn to fly."
He looked down at the ground below him once more and shook his head, clearing his mind of any worrying and bothersome thoughts. He was going to do this. He was a butterfly. What kind of butterfly didn't fly? He launched himself of the rock and his wings beat once, twice and then not at all. They succeeded and propelling him up high but that only meant he had futher to fall. He landed with a rather large thud and sat in a daze, trying to blink away the stars that were dancing in front of his face.
