First flight? -S-

---Sharon's View--- --11:23AM - That Day--

I watch as the chaos that started half an hour ago unfolds further and further.

What happened half an hour ago? Easy to answer. A wyvern landed and started to burn houses down. Why you ask? I have no clue, all I know right now is...

"RUN!!" Around 18 different people shout this as the orange flickering flames began to engulf house after house burning down decades worth of memories. Am I a bit angry? INDEED.

"Stupid wyvern! Why'd the damned thing have to come attack us!" I shout and begin to mutter angrily.

As I look around I can spot about 40 different people who chose demi-human with a few elves here and there. Speaking of which Jonathan's dad has still not chosen his race which... well let's say he's not as spry and fit as says he was.

*BOOM*

I turn and see the Wyvern in the ruins of a house it crashed on staring directly at me with yellowish-green eyes that seemed to judge my very soul.

It's eyes narrow.

Oh no.

I spread my wings and use the 'Basic Wind Magic' to propel me as I push off the ground and into the sky. I close my eyes and hope.

*BOOM*

I open my eyes to see I'm flying and I look down to see the place I was is now indented slightly. Probably by the tail of the wyvern, who is staring at me. Now it's spreading it's wings, now it's chasing me.

Great.

I start flying as fast as possible while using wind magic to propel myself, hoping to escape the wyvern.

I look back, it's still following me.

"WHY ARE YOU CHASING ME, THE HELL DO YOU WANT!" I scream over the roaring winds while flying past the houses and trees trying to avoid the wyvern at all costs.

I see a lake in the distance and take a gamble by flying as low as possible near it. The wyvern is... STILL CHASING ME!

I smirk "good."

I reach the lake and attempt to angle my wings to jet upwards, only to succeed. Relatively.

I am now spinning with my wings getting pushed by all sorts of air currents up here and start to stabilise myself. A shadow appears behind me and as I try to turn around the Wyvern grips me in one of it's claws and starts to fly back towards the town.

Wait, the town?

As we get closer I see another wyvern pushing the people towards the city, almost as if...

The wyverns are herding us.

I begin to struggle by moving as unpredictably as possible to wriggle out of the wyvern's grasp.

I succeed!

Only to start falling with the Wyvern chasing me downwards, I turn to see the ground coming up fast and begin to channel my mana to use for the magic.

"Hopefully this doesn't need a chant or something like that. That'd be way too embarrassing not to mention I'd die from having to concentrate on speaking instead of timing." I mutter as I fold my wings and dive.

I'll use it in 3...

2...

1...

NOW!

I flip to see the Wyvern's claw, open my wings and blast the wind magic below me and shoot past the wyvern and straight through their wing. Taking a scrape on my left arm from avoiding their claw albeit barely I look back and see the Wyvern fall unto a spike remaining from Jonathan's now burnt house.

[Killed Wyvern{Lv: 7}]

Hmm?

[Levels Gained: {4}]

Ooh! That'll be good but first.

GROOAAAAR!!

I turn to see the other Wyvern jet towards me and I have decided.

To fly away!

I jet down towards a house and hide behind a pillar. I do not want to tussle with another one. I look over and see the wyvern start to examine the dead wyvern and proceed to...

Are wyverns cannibals? I don't think so but the information here is disproving that theory.

After the wyvern finishes I look over to the other residents and see them hiding too, thankfully Jonathan and his father are alive.

---20 Minutes Later---

The wyvern flies away somewhat angrily and we all release a breath we didn't know we were holding in and continue to sigh and walk out from hiding places. Everyone goes back to their own houses and I see Jonathan and his dad walk over to me.

"Hey." I say nonchalantly while moving my left wing to hide my arm.

"Right, let's go to the house and pick up the scraps shall we?" Jonathan's dad asked.

"I guess so." Jonathan replies somewhat hesitantly.

We start to walk back.

'Status'

[Status:

Name: Sharon Escavalier.

Level: 5

Race: Kit [Race Bonus: Wings | {-1} to Strength, Constitution | {+1} to Dexterity per Level]

Title: [One who did not choose]

Effects: [-95% Stats for 252,281,425 Seconds]

Wings: [Number of: 2] [Colour: Gold Main with Black Stem.]

HP: 13/13 [260] + {0}

MP: 10/10 [200] + {0}

Stats: # (True Number)

Strength: 4 [80]

Constitution: 4 [80]

Dexterity: 9 [180]

Intelligence: 5 [100]

Wisdom: 5 [100]

Charisma: 5 [100]

Stat Points: [12]

Skills:

Inventory[Lv: --][Capacity: [3/10], [Retract/Reveal Wings]

Race Skills:

Flight[Lv: 3], Improved Balance[Lv: 2], Basic Wind Magic[Lv: 2]

Equipment:

None

Accessories:

None ]

Huh? Wait a second.

'Inventory'

[ ... , ... , ... , ---- , ---- , ----, ----, ----, ----, ---- ]

What the hell are these items? Oh well, I'll look at them later.

"Sharon! Over here!" I hear someone call out and look over to see the owner of the voice running over to me.