A stone tower caps a hill overlooking a sylvan glade dotted with small flowers. Might be a great place to just flop over and lie down for a spell, but I’ve got other things on my mind. I’m running for my life… Or is it for theirs? I don’t hold any fear of the people chasing me.
A quick glance over my shoulder shows that they’re still behind me, but despite my casual pace, they’re not gaining. It’s OK. I don’t have much farther to go.
I veer onto a sidewalk that winds its way through the glade and up the hill to a rocky promontory beyond which only appears to be sky. That’s the spot.
With only a few steps remaining before I charge off the outcropping, I speak the familiar words and leap. My body re-forms into the shape of an eagle as I fall, taking again to the sky in a graceful swoop. My pursuers are left only to disappear into the distance.
Blinking against the wind, I re-open my eyes to the darkness of my bedroom.
One story down… Time for another as I roll over and go back to sleep.