Bloodfest had been a stub-opening experience.
Even though she had seen hundreds of trolls back at the Civisect City Mall, it never failed to amaze her just how many trolls there were on Alternia. It was humbling to realise that her people, her
family,* the great Phoenix Initiative, only made up a small percentage of Alternia's population. Their cause had never seemed so important—nor quite so hopeless.
Autumn was not one to be swallowed by despair however. If anything, it only sparked a desire to improve herself, to transcend her limits. She would give her all to achieve greatness and become a beacon within the initiative... which brought her back to the second astonishing aspect of Bloodfest, the sheer amount of talent.
Back in the outpost, everyone had a function. Several stood out, like Athene, the seamstress, or Aprife, the head of intelligence, but many members shared their roles: patrolling, cleaning, fortifying, building... Much of the same, over and over. In the heart of civilisation however, things were different. From the magnificent and perplexing icon Odette, to a humble booth owner like Nucleo, everyone had a skill set. And everyone stood out. It left her feeling a bit lacklustre in comparison. Sure, she smiled along with the rest of them but behind the cheer and pleasantries she felt a trace of doubt. What did she have to offer that no one else did?
Her wings of course. But they were only as good as she made them out to be, and from her performance at Bloodfest they just barely marked her as average. Autumn refused to settle for ordinary. She would expend everything she had and reach new heights.
Literally.
“How high up do you think we are?” Autumn called to her lusus. The grub hovered in the air several yards away. His small size meant the he was buffeted by the winds more easily, but his fast fanning wings kept him upright. His tail flashed.
“Right.” Autumn took in a deep breath.
“We need to go higher then!” She turned her gaze upwards. The moon glowed high above. Somewhere between the stars and where she hovered some fifty feet above the ground, was Busthind's peak.
That was her goal. Autumn strained her wings, willing them to beat faster despite the fatigue creeping in. A hum filled her sponge clots. She ascended another fifteen feet. Caterpal only raced higher however.
“Cat, wait!” Autumn called, panting. She looked up just in time to see her lusus flash a rude message with his tail. She let out a short laugh. Grinning, she allowed his taunt to fuel her. She took another breath. Her wings buzzed once more and she rose higher into the sky. The marshland below her unfolded like a map.
Caterpal flew higher still and Autumn fought to keep up. As she climbed, the air currents increased in strength. She felt herself struggling to keep upright. Her wings flapped uselessly in the wind.
“Cat!” she gasped. A strong gust knocked her aside.
“Cat, I can't! It's too...!” A second powerful gust of wind bowled her over completely. With a scream, Autumn pitched towards the ground. Four seconds later she splashed into the swamp.
*If trolls could know such a word.