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He’s very into superheroes. So, what he has done is created a vacuum of space where the atmosphere of Dragonland is kept protected from the outside world … but it seems that certain objects can in fact pass through it.”
    â€œOh,” said Juniper. “Not Quintas, I expect.”
    â€œNo, it specifically blocks them out based on their body mass.”
    â€œSo what objects can get through it?” asked Ronan.
    â€œWell, it seems from his plan that dragonfolk are free to pass through any time they want. It’s only been a force field to keep us in because we thought it was,” said Drake grinning.
    â€œThat makes me feel very stupid,” said Juniper, breathing out deeply. “But that’s great. One more thing off the list!”

    In the dead of night, under the light of the moon, three caped silhouettes could be seen stealthily creeping up to the top of Monument Hill. As its name suggested, at the top of Monument Hill was an enormous statue of Gordon Starpower Dragonfolk, one of the ancient dragonfolk heroes. The plaque told of how he and other elders had lived here thousands of years ago in caves. They’d hid from the Quintas in caves and fought them with spears, hiding under giant shields. Gordon was a brave warrior.
    â€œOkay,” said Juniper, shining a torch on her face. “How do we get started?”
    â€œDo you think we just kind of flap our wings and off we go?” asked Ronan, giving his wings a ferocious flap that sent his feet off the ground.
    â€œLooks like a good start,” said Drake, laughing nervously. Juniper shone the torch on each of their faces as they spoke.
    â€œOkay, let’s all just flap about and see what happens,” agreed Juniper. Juniper’s wings looked delicate next to Ronan’s huge black wings that spanned the length of his body. Juniper’s wings were about half the size of her body and covered in fluffy brown feathers. They were soft and downy and when she folded them around her body they looked like a snugly doona. She flapped them gently and didn’t move at all. She tried a little harder and then with all her energy and concentration flapped them as hard as she could and lifted off the ground only to fall back down a few seconds later. She kept practising and finally managed to lift herself a few feet off the ground. Her flying was very controlled but not very powerful.
    Ronan, on the other hand, was all power and no control. He would leap miles into the air, flapping madly and flying chaotically about the sky with little choice about where he would end up. He was also laughing uncontrollably, enjoying the buzz of whooshing through the sky.
    Drake was having the most luck. His wings were just the right size. They were large enough to be powerful but small enough to feel balanced and in control. Unlike Juniper, his wings were mostly scaly and only had a few feathers here and there. As he raised his body above the ground, he felt his mind and body connect below the surface of his thoughts in a way he had never experienced before. Instead of flying straight up like Ronan was, he angled himself and rose gently into the air, paused at the height of his flight and soared, lightly flicking his wings to keep him at the same level, before calmly diving back to the ground. Once he had mastered this, he tried a few more difficult moves — a figure eight, a dive back to the ground with a few somersaults, flying straight up high quickly and powerfully, and floating back down as if he were a feather. He was so caught up in what he was doing that for a long time he didn’t notice Ronan and Juniper watching him in the light of the moon. When he did see them, he saw admiration on both their faces that he’d never seen before. He came back and landed next to them.
    â€œHow did you go?” he asked them both. “I was so caught up in flying that I forgot to even look at you two.”
    â€œThat was