Flying

While all of Draco's forces were busy, he took the time to check back in with Snow and Hana. 

However, when he walked back into his residence, Draco was forced to duck to avoid a flying houseplant. 

The plant crashed into the doorway, sending shattered pot fragments and dirt everywhere. 

Draco looked in the room to see that Snow and Hana were engaged in an insane catfight. 

Snow launched punches and kicks at Hana as she dodged them, and the two threw random household items at each other. 

Draco watched as Snow picked up an entire couch and launched it towards Hana, who kicked it and split the sofa into two pieces. 

"You b*tch! Get out of our room!" Snow yelled.

Draco sighed, 'I should've expected this.' he thought to himself. 

"Hey! Ladies! Calm the hell down!" he shouted. 

When Hana heard Draco she stopped and turned towards him. 

"It's not my fault! She attacked me first!" she exclaimed.

Snow was still throwing objects at Hana though, and Draco ran into the middle of the room and caught a kitchen knife that Snow had thrown. 

Draco caught the knife by the blade, and it pierced through his palm as he held it up. 

While he pulled the knife out of his hand, Snow covered her mouth in shock.

"D-Draco! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to…" she said, tears forming around her eyes. 

"It's alright Snow. Can you please just calm down." Draco said.

Snow collapsed onto the ground and broke down into tears, sobbing into her hands.

The wound on his hand was already closing up after a few seconds, and Draco walked up to snow and placed a gentle hand on her head. 

"Why is she here, Draco? Don't you remember what she did to us?" Snow mumbled.

Draco nodded his head, "I remember my dear, but she was forced to do it. There was an evil prince that took her brother hostage, and if she didn't follow his every order her brother would have been killed."

Snow gasped when she heard this, "Oh my god! That's horrible." 

She looked at Hana on the other side of the room, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that." she said.

Hana shook her head, "No, I'm sorry for attacking you like that." 

She continued, "I have sworn my fealty to Draco, he is my lord now. As you are his woman, I will serve you both with my life."

After saying that she got down to one knee, bowing before both Snow and Draco.

Snow quickly got up from her position, hurrying over to Hana.

"Please get up! It's not so serious, I'm the one who overreacted earlier." she said, laughing.

Hana stood up from her position, bowing her head at Snow.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, mistress." she said.

Meanwhile, Draco was looking around the room and seeing the mess that they had made.

Broken furniture and houseplants were strewn everywhere, and Draco even saw several kitchen knives sticking out of the walls.

"Alright, I'm glad you girls have made up. Now I'm gonna have to go find a servant to clean this place up." 

"I'm sorry about that." Snow said awkwardly.

"Me too." Hana chimed in. 

Draco waved his hand, "It's whatever. Just be good you two, I'm going to be outside training." 

Draco then turned to leave the residence, he now had a throbbing headache after having to deal with that train wreck.

He flagged down a servant and told them to have their room cleaned up, and then left the residential area.

Draco walked through the empty throne room and headed outside of the palace. 

He was intending on testing out the full capabilities of his new boots. 

'This should be a good enough spot.' he thought.

Standing at the top of the palace steps, Draco got a running head start and leaped from the top step.

He thought about floating, and Draco saw that he was now hovering above the stairs.

When Draco thought about going higher, the boots sent him soaring through the air. 

Draco wanted to see just how high the boots could take him, but he was surprised when he kept going upwards. 

He continued upwards for hundreds of feet, and eventually he was so high he could see the top of the palace itself.

Draco let out a loud laugh, he felt on top of the world. 

At this point, he basically was. 

The boots didn't allow him to move in any direction other than upwards, but they seemingly had no height limit. 

Draco willed the boots to bring him even higher, and soon the city of Benghazi was shrinking below him. He wanted to see how high the boots could go, so he continued upwards until the palace was a mere dot beneath him. 

He was now so high that he was almost able to touch the clouds, and he could even feel that the air was getting thinner.

Satisfied, Draco decided to descend back to the ground. 

Draco started to slowly float back down, but it was agonizingly slow. It seems that the boots allowed you to raise your elevation faster than you could descend.

He suddenly had an idea, and he willed the boots to turn off. 

Draco abruptly started dropping at a breakneck speed, the intense wind sending his robes fluttering all around him. 

He angled his body downwards, discovering that he could control his movements while free falling.

Draco sped past the clouds as he flew through the sky, dropping towards the city below like a green comet.

'Holy sh*t! I'm flying!' Draco thought, his heart racing.

The city below was now increasing in size at a rapid rate. 

Soon, Draco could see the massive royal palace once again. 

However, Draco noticed that he was now on the other end of the city. As he continued his descent he held his arms out and angled himself upwards, catching an updraft of wind. 

Draco was a natural at falling with style, and he flew over the city at almost 150 miles per hour. 

When he was low enough, Draco zipped over an apartment complex and narrowly dodged a billboard as he flew over it.

Draco was now close enough to the ground to feel a sense of danger. He quickly willed his boots to activate once again and his momentum stopped.

Draco was still moving forwards at a fast rate though, and by the time the boots had slowed him enough he was left hovering over a tall high rise on the outskirts of the city.

He then slowly lowered himself onto the building's roof, softly landing atop of it.

Draco felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and he looked across the city in the distance with a sense of greatness.

'These boots are incredible. Although they just have the ability to float, if I go high enough I can basically fly!' Draco thought to himself, realizing the full potential of the boots. 

When Draco looked over the edge of the building, he could see the Benghazi palace far off in the distance. It was well over a mile away at this point, for Draco had caught a strong wind during his free fall and was sent across the city. 

Draco wanted to try his luck a second time, so he willed his boots into action and floated towards the sky. 

He kept going up until he was two thousand meters in the air (6500 feet), and he went a little higher than that for good measure. 

Once he was satisfied with his elevation, he turned his boots off. 

Draco abruptly began falling, and he angled himself downwards as he aimed towards the palace below. It was just a speck of gold shining against the sunlight, but he was able to use this as a frame of reference to aim himself. 

Wind ravaged his robes, and he picked up speed until he was moving faster than even a sports car.

Draco caught a gust of wind and rode it until he was just a few hundred meters above the palace. Once he was there, he activated his boots, slowing his momentum to a stop. 

Draco found himself  just outside of the palace walls, managing to stop much closer to the palace this time.  

He figured that he was able to control his landing area much more accurately when he dropped from a lower height. 

Touching down outside of the palace walls, the guards there stared at Draco in alarm as they pointed and shouted. 

Draco waved his hands at the guards, making sure they knew that he wasn't a threat. 

Once they saw Draco they relaxed and let him into the palace's courtyard, and he walked through the gates with a large smile on his lips. 

'These boots are probably the best thing I got from the royal treasury.' Draco was thinking. 

Now that he was back in the palace, he was intending on doing a few more tests. 

Namely, he wanted to see how long the boots could stay activated for. He didn't want to be thousands of feet in the air only to discover that the boots had a battery life. 

Draco then proceeded to float in the air for about an hour, greatly confusing all of the palace guards who were curiously watching him.

He floated several feet in the air, a distance that would be safe to fall if the boots failed. 

However, the boots were still functional after the first hour. He kept floating for another hour with the same result. 

The next hour went by without any change, and Draco was starting to grow bored from floating in the same place for so long. 

He was determined to discover the boots' limits though, and another hour passed before anything happened. 

Finally, by the fourth hour Draco started to see signs of the boots failing. 

Draco began to slowly sink down towards the ground, before the boots suddenly failed and he was abruptly dropped the last few feet down. 

'Four hours! I was starting to think these boots had no limits.' Draco thought, satisfied with his test.

By the time Draco was done, the sun had already begun to set around the opulent palace. 

'It looks like night is coming. I can finally try out that Moon Manipulation technique.' Draco realized, excited to begin the training.