To ocean and beyond

Only after the sun was setting and I could barely see the land where I had come from did I realise that I had forgotten my saddlebags and it would have taken me nearly 5 hours to get back to land. I was never really the best with flying so my wings where aching quite a bit. I was hungry and I hadn't ate since 5 hours ago either. That didn't help. But I had already knew I couldn't turn back. I didn't care if I died out here. I just wanted something to do in my life for once. I flew up onto a cloud by the time the sun was setting.

The sunset off of an ocean... It was the most beautiful thing I could ever imagine... When I woke, my legs and one of my arms where hanging off of the cloud. It had disintegrated a little over the night. This was no surprise due to the hot tropical climate. I got up, stretched my wings, and flew off into the horizon of the ocean. It's a good thing we had learned how to navigate using the sun in school. The sun would rise from the east, and set in the west. When the sun was setting once again, I was really thirsty, but I knew the salt water couldn't be drank.  I flew up to another small cloud and slept once again. After 8 days of the same routine, fly, sleep, fly, sleep, fly, sleep, I had become very tired, hungry, and exhausted.

On the morning of the ninth day, I had woken to find a storm. Rain was nailing my face, waves where growing as high as 10 feet tall. It really didn't help my tiredness. My wings were aching and muffled, my tongue as dry as sandpaper, and I could just barely open my eyes. I opened my mouth to try and take in some of the rain. It felt nice on my tongue, but the rain had a strange, unnatural taste to it. I got ready to fly ahead into the storm but I clumsily fell 5 feet sideways almost splashing into a thundering wave 4 times my size. I could barely fly, my wings hurt so much. I started to cry.

This was hopeless. Why did I even leave home in the first place? I was dead now. I was dying. Not just of hunger. But of pain, sorrow, and even a small hint of anger. I closed my eyes and tried to fly on. Why was I even born into this cold and grey reality? I tried to wipe the thought from my mind. Suddenly everything went silent. Was I dead? I opened my eyes slowly hoping to see my parents kind smiles. All I could see was darkness. I tried to breathe in when I realised I was underwater. I tried swimming up to the surface but the force of the waves kept pushing me down farther and farther into the water. Everything was going dark around my eyes suddenly. "Now I'll see my parents" I thought. Then my consciousness seeped away from me, slowly, drifting, just like the water I was in.