Falconaire

This is the real story of how falconaire came to be:

The Story of Falconaire​

July 13, 1967: The day Falconaire was born. Falconaire was the heir to the throne of all falcons in the land of EcoCityCraftLandia, he just didn’t know it yet.

Falconaire grew up just like a normal human would. He ate food, drank drinks, went to school. But one day, something strange happened. Falconaire woke up one a muggy Monday morning, planning out his day as usual: school, track practice, home, sleep, repeat. A boring day as usual. But this was not one of those days. This day would be anything but boring.

Falconaire woke up that Sunday feeling different. Not a bad sort of different, just different. He hit snooze on his Whinny The Poo alarm clock, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. It seemed strangely bright out for 5 a.m. Then Falconaire looked at his clock and it read: 7:30 AM.

“Oh no, I’m gonna be late again!” Falconaire had already been late 4 times in the past month, and if he was late to school one more time, he was going to get a detention. If he got a detention, he’d have to miss track practice, and Falconaire was NOT going to miss track practice. So Falconaire jumped out of bed, but something was tickling his back. As he went to itch it, he noticed something hovering above him. Shocked with fear, Falconaire just stood there. After about a minute, he peaked up. What had appeared to be an object hovering turned out to go down his back. He quickly turned around, but found nothing. He still felt a tickling sensation on his back, however, so he went to itch his back. As he moved his hand across his back, he felt something fuzzy. He only wears his Spongebob underwear to bed, so there was no way that it was clothes. Just putting it to the back of his mind, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. As he flipped on the switch, his eyes were beamed with rays of vibrant light that made him squint. He turned on the shower and got in. He still felt something on his back, so he decided to look in the mirror. His eyes had adjusted to the brightness now, so he could clearly see what had been bothering him.

There were wings on his back! Yes, wings! I know this sounds crazy, but I swear, I tell the truth. Shocked again not by fear, but by confusion, Falconaire just stood there in silence, staring, wondering. Falconair then went to lay down again, hoping that this was all a dream, a hoax. When it became 8:30, he realized that he was not in any dream.


“School starts in 5 minutes!” Falconaire yelled in his head. He had to find a way to get to school on time. Then it hit him. His wings! It was a risky move, but it was worth a shot.
Falconaire stood up on his bed, spread his wings, opened his window, and started flapping his wings. Not knowing how he was actually going to fly, he started to rise. Faster and faster he went, increasing speed every second until he got to the ceiling. He was nearly going 65 miles per hour by the time he hit the ceiling. He crashed straight through the ceiling. However, on his way through the ceiling, he cut his wing on a piece of drywall. He flew for a mile or two, spiraled out of control, and landed in a forest.

3 days later, he was found by a rickety old man that went by the name of kirby1699. Kirby1699 took Falconaire and raised him to go to Moderator school. Falconaire became a very successful moderator and was soon hired on the EcoCityCraft server and currently resides there.

Falconaire may not want to admit it, but still today he wishes he could reclaim his rightful place as king of the falcons. Unfortunately, Falconaire’s left wing was so cut up by the drywall, he was unable to ever fly again, rendering him helpless and unable to claim his throne.

FIN.​

 

Fixed, thanks!

 

At least I got to it :p