He ascends, higher and higher, but never losing sight of his target. Then he suddenly stops, folds his wings and starts to descend. He knows how this will end. But something is wrong, and now he is not descending but falling. He tries to open his wings but realizes he no longer has them. He is gaining speed so fast he starts feeling vertigo, he never felt that before. He can see the ground is only seconds away now, and tries desperately to stop the inevitable. But there is no use, he knows how this will end. He throws one last glance at his prey and notices something that chills his soul. It is looking at him, smiling a deadly smile. The smile of someone that knows. The ground is so close he can almost smell it, he waits for the end to come and suddenly.... Darkness.
His eyes try to adjust to the darkness around him. They are no longer powerful. He takes a second to examine his surroundings while his sight gains strength. He is in a small room. He wonders how he got here but can not seem to remember. In fact, he is starting to forget. The feeling of the wind through his feathers, the sun warming his being, all that is slowly fading away. Now nothing remains but a fleeting feeling of being something else, somewhere else. As his memories fade new ones take their place. He knows where he is, and he knows who he is. Still he can see through small glimpses what was before. But he is not there anymore, nor is he yet here. He is somewhere in the middle. But then his senses finally take control, and he loses the last remnants of those memories. He feels and overwhelming sense of loss as this happens. Suddenly he is here, completely this time. He feels sad but is not sure why. Finally he gets up, and heads out of his room to get ready for his first class.
