Radix

Driven by the irresistible urge to take to the skies, Silax walked up to the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the courtyard in the center of Ælf's Garden. The curtains had always remained drawn, ensuring that the rays of the sun were kept out of his room.

He pulled the curtains open and took in the sights of the stunning garden that lay surrounded by the hotel. He pressed a button by the side of the window, and a whirring sound spread through the room as the windows began to spread open.

The cool night breeze blew into the room as the air whooshed around him. With a hesitant tremor, he unfurled the wings and stretched them to their full, magnificent span.

Tentatively, he pushed off the ground, his feet barely touching the floor. He hovered, a mixture of exhilaration and fear warring within him. He was certain that there was no one in the garden, and he had looked around to confirm that the other rooms had their curtains close, with their lights out.