Previously:

"Don't look smug kid, we are next door neighbours from tomorrow. Its once Sally has taken your side. She'll take mine next time." He said and flew away, bobbing a little here and there because of his injured wing.

"He's as childish as ever." His mother sighed.

Calvin sat on the bed of his bedroom in a daze. Everything was going too fast for his liking. After Mathew had flew away, his mother had called his dad and told him about the recent events, like, 'Hey, David, remember my childhood bird fugitive friend? He came in to say hi!'

Then she had asked him to pack all the things he wanted to take away. When he asked where they were going, she replied with a soft smile, "We are going home, honey!" 

She had gotten like that ever since she had gotten home. Like she was finally going to get back a large part of her. In a way, she was. 

Now, here he was, sitting in his bedroom, with a suitcase beside him. What was he supposed to take? He didn't have any toys, he was too old for that. He didn't write any diaries, and his mother said they would buy elemental style clothes from the market. 

He had a bunch of family photos that his mom had taken in her suitcase. He put in his old school group pictures and was in the middle of carefully arranged all his novels in his suitcase when his mom stormed in, "Don't bother with your collection. It's too large to fit in the suitcase." 

"What? I'm not leaving it behind." 

His mom rolled her eyes, "I know that, nerd. We are taken some of the furniture from our room for sentimental purposes, we will put your library in there. Now get packing." She ruffled his hairs and walked out. 

Her calling him nerd reminded him of Braedon. He had called him an emo after he got dark circles when he pulled a bunch of all nighters, "You look like an emo, with your hair and eyes. But you are a nerd. You're an emo nerd. No, a nerd emo. No, emo nerd sounds better."  

He was going to miss Braedon most of all. He didn't have any pictures with him either because, apparently, keeping pictures is for old people.

He decided to put his bag in the bedroom, with the other bags. 

He looked at the emptied out bedroom decors in his parent's room, the reality sunk in. He was moving out of the house. He was never going to his school again, he was never going to see Braeden again. This was permanent.

He was moving into a world he knew nothing about, and where people could fly and fight demons and...he didn't even know what people did in that world.

He was going to feel so put of place. Like muggleborns in Hogwarts, except he would be the only one who didn't knew this world existed. 

He took a deep breath and looked around his room. He took down his drawings from the wall and observed, noticing little inconsistencies in shading that were ruining the effect. 

He was a decent sketch artist, he was told, but he himself didn't think so. 

Sometime during his packing, his father came home and he heard his parents talking in hushed whispers. He didn't bother trying to eavesdrop. He was too numb on the inside. The evening and the night went in a whirl and he was woken up early by his parents. 

"Calvin, wake up. We have to start now, if we don't want to fly under the sun." He heard his mother saying. He groggily rubbed his eyes and looked at the alarm clock. 

"Mom, it's 4 in the morning. Can't we go a little earlier? I mean later? Gods, sleep is meddling with my mind."

"Come on, kiddo. The early bird gets the worm." 

"Mom, I hope you don't expect me to eat worms. I will go vegan if you do." Calvin said so alarmed at the idea of eating bird food all his sleep vanished in a second.

His father laughed from the door, the toothpaste in his mouth spilling a little on the floor, "Gross dad!" 

His dad spat out the paste and said, "You're being as clean freak as a teenage girl." 

Calvin gasped and opened his mouth, before his mother shushed him, "Don't get started on one of your gender equality rants, we'll have lots of time for that on our way to air kingdom. Come on now, get ready." 

Calvin beamed, all of his yesterday's dread replaced by excitement, his imagination going to walking on clouds and fairy castles and what not.

He quickly freshned up and sat at the breakfast table. His plate was filled with print outs of worms. He groaned into his hands, "Dad!" 

His dad laughed. 

"Get used to it, son," his mother said with a fake mournful look, "He's going to meet his partner in crime now." 

"Uncle Mathew?" Calvin asked.

"Uncle Mathew? Why would you call him your uncle?" His dad said, wagging an accusatory finger at his mom.

She replied, "Well, for one, he annoys me more than my biological brother does, and another, we're going to be next door neighbors, so..." 

"So, how exactly are we going to travel?" Calvin asked.

"We fly, of course." His dad said, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"But I don't know how to fly!" He exclaimed. 

"Don't worry, you're going to piggy back ride on your mom." His dad said smiling into his sandwich. 

"Wait, really?" Calvin asked.

"No. Your dad's just kidding," she smacked him with her spoon, "Come on, finish your breakfast, and I'll show you." his mom said, putting her dish in the sink. Calvin quickly finished his sandwich and washed his plate. 

They stood in the balcony of their house, all their suitcases put beside the railings. His parents said they would have the crane birds pick it up later. 

"Now for the final reveal." His father said in a dramatic voice, and Calvin was too excited to roll his eyes. 

He closed his eyes and silvery wings flew open on both the sides of his hands. They had a border of solid silver color, and the area between that was a translucent silver, that seemed to sprinkled with light blue. They were similar to the Halloween fairy costume found at the stores, but the real ones simmered unnatural and seemed to move like a living substance.

Unlike Uncle Mathew, whose wings sprouted from shoulder blade to his hip. His wings were erupting from somewhere on his back. 

Calvin went behind his dad and saw that the wings were sprouting from a line in sync with his spine. 

His dad fluttered his wings, and they moved back and forth fast, like a butterfly. That was unlike Uncle Mathew's who flew in strong, long strides. The tip of the wings was in line with his shoulder blade and the bottom reaching up to his heels. Their width were half their lenght.

"Ahhh, its been so long I unfurled. It's a good feeling, to be able to fly again." An emotion passed over his clear-eyed face, like a little kid getting a candy after being sick for months.

"So, what are you? I am pretty sure no bird has such wings. Butterfly?" Calvin asked.

"I am a fairy." His father said, and jumped down the balcony and took a round around the apartment. He saw Mrs. Jennie in the balcony, not batting an eyelash on the flying fairy in front of him.

"So dad, if normal humans can't see us, then why people at school and all had no trouble seeing us till yesterday?" 

"Its because we become invisible only if we unfurl our wings, or are performing any magic. Some expert creatures can become invisible even if they are not doing anything." 

His mother nodded and unfurled her wings. They were purple, velvety and looked very soft. Calvin moved an awestruck hand at his mother's wings. It was as soft as it looked. 

His father took out a black wand, with silver shining ropes curling around it. He flicked his wand and muttered something and a floating seat appeared in front of him. It was like a car seat, with black soft cushion and a separately attached headrest.

Calvin sat down on the seat. Both his parents took a deep breath and jumped off their balcony. If he thought that their wings looked beautiful half opened, they looked purely majestic now. 

They were so large, that they could easily cover a car if they spread out. His dad's wings fluttered fast and continuously and his mom's wings only occasional flap after the take off. 

The sunlight reflected off his father's wings shining in the sun making them look transparent except for the thick veins. His mother's deep purple wings looked like they could fly miles. Soon enough his chair moved forward, moving as smoothly behind his parent with only little bobs like a boat as if it had wings too. 

And they took off into the endless sky...