-Prologue-

Slumped over his bed lazily, Mylo hummed to the tune playing in his ears, drawing on his tablet happily. He reached his hand into the empty pringles container beside him, expecting it to be full, of course it wasn't, so he reluctantly headed downstairs to get some more. He traced the railing with his fingers, once he got to the end of the stairs, he did what he always did, since he was a kid, jump over the last step and land on the floor. But he didn't land. He stayed there, suspended in air. Just watching his feet float, inches above the ground. He felt so...light. An instant felt like a eternity, and then he screamed, and fell. "Okay... what the hell just happened?" He replayed everything that happened in those 5 seconds...did he just float? He stood up abruptly, and jumped again, but this time he fell to ground like normal. Then he climbed back up the stairs and attempted to replicate everything he did the first time. He raced down the stairs and jumped at the last one, and then he realized what he was doing the first time, he was moving the set of wings that had appeared on his back. What? He turned his head to see them, and yes, he did have wings. He let himself drop more gently this time and stared at his wings until the disappeared again. What? Once again what? Did he just fly? That's not possible. He would go over that whole "is this a dream" phase but he was already hurting from the fall enough to prove this wasn't. And so he did the only reasonable thing to do in this scenario, he did it again.