Charise slipped from beneath the boughs of the pine tree that had served as shelter during the night. She had been fortunate to find a tree ancient enough to offer protection from the storms that had passed through in succession. Stepping out to a rocky outcropping she sucked in the fresh morning air. The pastel colored houses in the valley below were framed by the cobalt blue of a rain-cleansed sky. At the far end of the valley towering cumulus clouds drifted lazily off into the distance.
Filled with a carefree happiness, Charise dared to break the cardinal rule. Carefully unfurling her wings, she leaped from the ridge into flight.
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