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[color=ed1c24][b][i]Eli Wyn[/i][/b][/color]

Being the only one left standing on the cliff, as all others tackled the fear of the unknown, wasn't one of the most motivational moments. He saw gliders slowly fading out of his sight. That was his cue. Wind blew hair from his face, even more so when he put one of his feet forward, touching the air. One moment and Eli was gone, his body and glider falling towards a new world.

He allowed himself a bit more freefalling before fully extending his glider's wings and soaring toward the star full force, wind hitting his face with extreme power. It was going to be a challenge stopping the glider this time, more than usual. He was steadily picking the pace up. Yes, "steadily".

In almost no time, Eli reached Rahna, just to see her suddenly changing the direction. With wind hitting his face, Eli was unable to hear a lot, but his body instinctively tried to move the glider in Rahna's direction. First thought that fell on Eli's mind was that Rahna possibly had problems with her glider. Which would be his fault again, since he was modifying it just yesterday. "Crap," Eli muttered out as a second thought popped into his head.

Trying to change his direction at this speed wasn't only highly unlikely, but with his glider - it was a suicide mission. 

He chuckled as he spotted more familiar faces in the distancr, recognizing Blin's glider. Then Nikki's. Then Eli's.

Wait.

Eli's glider?

The boy looked up to see the ground, then down to see the sky. "Since when was it..." Eli tried asking himself but quickly shut his mouth. This was not the time, nor the place. The momentum from his unexpected turn to the left allowed wind to flip his right wing and turn him first sideways and then upside down. How he didn't notice before was a miracle by itself, combined with him not being dead yet.

"Calm down," Eli thought to himself as Nikki's image briefly flashed in his head. Turns and twists were the sort of things she was doing. Her vision of stunts. Surely then... Maybe he would be able to replicate her movements, at least to stabilize himself.

No.

Of course he could. He was, in the end, the king of stunts. "Undisputed," he grumbled as he tried moving his weight to the right, then to the left, looking like a local drunk trying to fly. In a brief moment of insanity, he let go of the left hook, hanging only onto the right, before grabbing a hold of it again. 

That seemed to help, but at a cost. Due to the weight, the right hook felt a bit loose under his grip. Deciding against risking it, Eli looked around, finally stabilized - he would be able to land somewhere. With any luck, it would be near his friends.

Friends?

He frantically looked around, not seeing them anywhere in sight. How long did he wrestle with his glider? But even worse - where the hell was he? Eli wasn't good with directions to start with. This didn't help.

Steadily he was reaching the ground, trying to locate any clear area to land without killing himself on some tree. Upon noticing one small patch of clear ground, thankfully in front of him, pushed his glider slightly downwards.

Two minutes later, his feet were on the ground, the tip of his glider impaled into the ground. "What now?" he scratched the back of his head.
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