Azeal free falls through the air, the cliff face blurring past him. The teen's wings are now nearly six feet each, the sleek feathers covering the powerful muscles. Azeal snaps open his wings just before he crashes into the ocean. The spray is refreshing on his face.
     Sulena is away visiting the town, so Azeal is taking the opportunity to practice his flying. A Caelum's entire world revolves around their wings and the sky. A grounded Caelum might as well have both their arms cut off. Their spirits break and wither if they can't get to the sky.
     Azeal is an amazing flyer. He could easily lift twice his own body weight. Caelum warriors train their wings for years to build of that kind of muscle, but Azeal pushes himself so much that he's already at that level.
He turns sharply and careens back towards the beach. His landing is soft and causes barely any sand to move. Azeal looks around at the coastline, scanning for any items on interest. Even though he's 15 now, he'll still pick up an interesting seashell or clam.
Azeal wanders the beach, but stops short when he spots something. There's a deep purple shell half buried in the sand. The Caelum teen immediately recognizes the turtle shell. He picks it up, saddened by the sight. He's only seen a few Crystal turtles since that day so long ago.
Still, Azeal likes the deep color of the shell. It reminds him of the deep ocean. He wants to keep it.
Azeal walls back to the cliff face and looks for a loose rock. He ends up finding a loose rock just small enough for him to move with one hand.
He eyes darken to black. Azeal bites his thump so that it bleeds, using the blood to write on the loose rock. His mother would kill him if she knew he was still using his magic. She would prefer it if he never touched it after the incident with Donnel.
Azeal's not sure what language he's writing in, but he does know that it's his name. The writing is more instinct then something that was taught to him. Wisps of black trail from his fingers as he activates the doorway.
Born with Black magic, Azeal knows very little about his sorcerer ancestry. Sulena will never answer his questions. Azeal has to assume that his dad was a sorcerer like just like he is.
Azeal pulls the rock away when he's done. Where there should be more rock, now there is empty space that drops into a small room. It wouldn't be big enough for Azeal to spread his wings even if he could step inside. He just reaches in and sets the turtle shell inside. When his arm is in the room, he can feel a slight drain on his energy. Azeal doesn't know that black magic is the only type that drains energy like that. He drops the shell inside, puts the rock back, and smears his name so that it's unreadable. The room behind is now gone.
That little trick is useful, but Azeal is too scared to test what he can truly do. After all, Azeal has seen what happens if takes energy from someone else. Donnel was sick for days. His mother has to be afraid of his magic for a reason, right?
Azeal turns away and faces the ocean. He then looks up at the sky. How high can he go? The Caelum launches himself off the beach with one powerful downstroke of his wings.