Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 63

There is one thing, however, that added as well to my plans of growing more powerful that did not involve books or masters and cultivators, and actually happened far from the bustling roads and temple grounds of the sect, in a remote place that I’ve been searching for the few days I had been there, being in my mind from day one. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

And that is, to evolve my beast side as well.

My true powers, my powerful wings, my sharp talons, I could not have those dulling on me just because I stood as human for too long, no, is actually even beyond that, almost as if not to forget that, in the end, I and the others were completely different creatures.

So I searched, and searched, until I finally find a place to stretch my wings at, and to put the contents of the book I had to use as well since I was not supposed to have such knowledge, and as one odd thing would lead to another I was not up to explain just what I am and where I came from just because I could not tell where that book was from without displaying all of that.

I could only imagine what their reaction would be, but none of the possibilities that came to mind were any good, and at most they would want me as their pet, just like father; and I was far from having that, far from it.

But that’s how I ended up far from the main peak of my sect, having to walk a bit far into another solitary mountain, barely standing on top of the clouds as well, intertwined with the other places by stiff cliffs and rocky edges.

I was lucky enough to stumble upon a cave entrance that lead to it on the other side, hearing the wind brush inside the seemly full of bushes and impenetrable entrance, and my exploration bared fruits once I found this isolated place.

And what welcomed me on the other side is a wild untouched forest waiting for me to conquer it.

I give a few rounds around the place before anything else, and only when I do not smell anyone or anything out of ordinary, the, and only then, I finally enjoy the cutting cold wind that fills my nostrils as I put the veil down to feel it against my skin, and take the outer robe off to unfold my white big wings fully, basking at the sunlight before it vanishes with the day, cracking the stiff bones of my back with satisfaction.

I stay there for a while, enjoying this fake sensation of freedom, and could not be bothered for a moment about anything else, only me and the howling wind brushing up from the curving mountain, as cold as the edge of a sharp blade stripping the skin from its heat, but been only nostalgic to me.

With my yellow sharp eyes I gaze at the landscape that unfolds before me, how the fog would get mixed with straight peaks of earth stretching up in the most peculiar shapes, some straight up, others curving around, or how no matter the edge and angle trees would still be present and living at such conditions, adding some color to the brown and grey to the mix of soil and rocks.

The waterfalls falling, however, are the ones that reminded me most of home, and yet here they would not fall away into the sky, but into solid firm ground to form even bigger rivers and lagoons here and there.

I find peace in such a place as I take deep breaths of fresh air, the solitude cleaning my mind of worries and giving space for my thoughts to come and go.

This will be a nice place to meditate too, I think while giving time for this feeling to settle in, and once I’m already there for a while and start to really think things through, I encounter a problem.

That is... how does one learn how to fly? I mean, it looks so natural when the birds do it, and watching they take fly from time to time does not help much when it seems to me that they just move their wings and go up.

Well it must be that right? It is a matter of... pushing the air down I guess, having it flow bellow and boost me up right?

The idea seems doable... in theory, but once I give my wings a good flap I feel that I’m too heavy for it, almost as if I’m trying to lift a solid statue, I mean, how strong do I need to be to have my flesh and bones body up in the air? I mean, birds are so light, with bones filled with air, small bodies filled with feathers and big lungs, how am I supposed to lift myself up in comparison?

Or... wait a second... I am a bird too, so my bones should be as hollow as theirs? That explains my low HP life then, with chicken bones that break with a snap like the ones I saw on lunch, ugh.

The imaginary is quite bothersome if you ask me, imagining that my bones are as frail as the ones people break at lunch to suck at uhm...

Investing in magic is my best bet for sure, and protective one at that, is no news that I got so hurt after the encounter up above against the lion and after my fall and fighting for my life at the river.

But thinking of that... how did I recover from it anyway? From my fall and... I... why can’t I remember? I know it is important, I can feel it, and yet every time I try toremember the only thing I manage to get is a headache.

Tsk, forget about it, I have to focus on how to get these wings to work, they will give me a way to move around quite faster and easier, plus I will need them to reach the Higher Lands in the future.

So I narrow my eyes, fist my hands hard, and flap my wings in place with strength, but... I flap and flap, bring dust and soil up, irritating my eyes and throat, but beyond that nothing happens beyond me getting tired.

Ding – Strong Will level up

Ding – Fly level up

Well, at least I level up some things, and I get why Strong Will evolved, but are you sure about the Flying leveling up? Because I’m sure it does not feel like that when the only thing I’m doing is beating my wings like a headless chicken around.

I sigh, feeling the muscles of my back turning sore already from all the effort after not only staying cooped up under the outer robe for so long but after the excessive exercise out of nowhere, and yet knowing that somehow this strange system that is attached to my abilities is giving me positive results in my attempts renews my spirit to try it out once more, then again, and again, until the sun is already setting and I go back dead tired to sleep the night in until a new day of studies, training and flying comes once more.

At least no dreams came that night nor the nights that follow, and as tired as I end every day as from all the training I’m sure that I would not even have remembered it at all.