High Flier

She saw the red hot sun, but shook her head as she retreated backwards. 'Tweet', came the sweet sound from within her. 'Tweet, tweet tweet tweet'.

She felt a rush and a swish as she was pushed forward. 'Stop that tweeting'.

The familiar voice didn't tweet. It cawed. 'You are not here to tweet'.

She fluttered forward and faltered. She looked below and instinctively took a step backward. Too high. Too much below, too much to be up against. The memories of yesterday and the day before and the numerous failures before that flooded back. She turned and looked to the familiar face. 'Tweet?'. She sulked questionably.

She was pushed again, 'Go forward' the voice instructed. 'It's the only way you will learn'.

She moved forward, tentatively, slowly judging each step she took.

She heard the cracks, heard the ground breaking beneath her as they always did, yet she knew, this time, she had to keep on moving towards the goal.

At the edge, she perched and looked down. Overtaken by fear, she took a step backwards, paused, pirouetted around, then swooned down covering her face. She tweeted.

'Drama Queen'. The voice replied. 'Do you not know who you are?'. Again she felt a strong support lift her up, set her right, back on to the horizontal.

'Go' the voice said as she was nudged again. 'Go. You are able to do more than you think. Go'.

She looked downwards. She wanted to take a step back, but the familiar form behind her would not allow it this time. She took a step forward, another, and then another. Met with thin air, she immediately fell. The view she saw below her very quickly came towards her. Her heart beat fast as she tried to assume the correct position. She flapped. and flapped and flapped. She flapped as if to flap away the fast approaching ground. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tweeted. As she flapped, she realised that her course had changed. Instead of downwards, she began to lift...upwards!.

'Caaaw!!' The familiar voice screeched from above. 'Caaaw!'.

She lifted her wings and soared.

She soared and she soared with such power and strength. She turned back to the familiar form. She no longer tweeted, but cawed.

Her mother looked on, lovingly and proud.

So powerful and full of strength she soared. She was a new born eagle learning, soaring towards that red hot sun.