Shadows stretched across the horizon as the air turned crisp and biting against my downy feathers. A sudden, powerful gust of wind shoved against my back, forcing me to sink my sharp talons deeper into the rough, fibrous bark of the ancient branch. All around me, the forest danced wildly, with silver leaves tossing and turning in the arctic breeze. I widened my binocular eyes, scanning the obsidian darkness for any sign of movement. High above, the haunting whistles of the elder owls echoed through the trees, beckoning me to join their dance. My wings felt like lead weights, and a shiver of trepidation rippled through my small, compact body, nearly drowning out my dreams of flight.
Tonight was the night I would fly for the first time, or is it?
Suddenly, the safety of my sturdy branch vanished as a violent gale screamed through the canopy. The ancient wood groaned under my weight, and a sharp crack echoed through the silent woods. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. As the fibrous bark slipped from my talons, leaving me tumbling into the empty, cold air. I was no longer a spectator of the night and I was going to fall headfirst into the unknown below me. The sensation of the wind brushed against my ears as I was falling.
At that very moment while I was falling, my vision became a blur and I could see leaves swooping at me. Whilst my pending doom, my instincts collided with my fear. I fought with the urge to unfurl my wings against the strong wind. The air bellowed with roars in my ears and for a heart stop second, I felt a gust of wind against my wings. I was spinning out of control, desperate to find a way to turn this deadly fall into a graceful flight.
When I felt the dense wind, almost a flicker of desire came to me. I overcame my fears and chose to flap my trembling wings in a desperate need of help. I felt freedom and celebrated in triumph. Looking back at my branch, I learnt that my instincts were stronger than my fear, and the sky was exactly where I was meant to be.
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This week we wrote a narritive inspired by a book called “Fly by night”. In this activity, we got into pairs or threes if needed and drew something called a ‘ Wabble Gabble’, which is basically a map leading to each part of the story. Then, we learnt about POV’s and 1-3 person words. This narritive we had to use Gem to give us more detailed examples. Finally, we were simplying our paragraphs and added onto it with questions provided from Gem.