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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Edgar is a young eagle with a dream as wide as the skyto one day compete in the legendary Great Sky Race. Each year, he watches the racers with awe from his favorite perch, wondering if he has what it takes to join them. Though still growing into his wings and uncertain of his skills, Edgar is fueled by a deep love for flying and the quiet encouragement of his loyal friend, Bonnie the Bluebird. As racers soar overhead, Edgar's heart stirs with more than envyit fills with hope, courage, and the powerful belief that flying isn't just about speed, but about soaring with soul. With the wind whispering its invitation and the forest alive with celebration, Edgar begins to realize that his dream isn't as distant as it once seemed. Though he doesnt race today, a spark has been lithis journey has begun. And when his time comes, Edgar will fly not just with wings, but with all the heart he has.
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Edgar the Eagle Enters a Race
Author: Kelly Johnson
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Soaring Dreams
Chapter 2: A Feathered Invitation
Chapter 3: Training Takes Flight
Chapter 4: Doubts and Dips
Chapter 5: Wise Words from the Wind
Chapter 6: The Night Before
Chapter 7: Wings at the Starting Line
Chapter 8: Racing the Wind
Chapter 9: The Final Stretch
Chapter 10: A Victory of Spirit
Title: Edgar the Eagle Enters a Race
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: Soaring Dreams
Edgar leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the sky where the race would soon begin. His talons gripped the branch, not out of fear—but anticipation. Though still young, Edgar had long dreamed of the Great Sky Race. Every year, he watched from this very spot, his feathers ruffling in the wind, heart thumping like a distant drumbeat as the skies filled with the magnificent blur of wings.
Below, the Feathered Forest stirred to life. Animals were already gathering in the meadows and treetops, forming clusters of excitement. Tiny mice climbed to higher rocks for a better view, while deer trotted to the edges of the clearing, ears twitching as they listened to birds chatter above. Rabbits drummed the earth with their feet, and even the ever-serious owls had blinked themselves awake to witness the spectacle.
Bright streamers made of woven reeds fluttered from tree branches, and colorful flags—each one bearing the mark of a past champion—danced in the gentle breeze that tickled Edgar’s feathers.
Far above, where the sky met the distant mountain peaks, he could see them arriving: sleek falcons with feathers like burnished bronze, stoic hawks gliding in perfect synchrony, and the proud golden eagles circling with the kind of graceful ease that made Edgar's chest ache with longing. Their silhouettes painted graceful arcs across the sky, wings cutting through clouds like sails on a vast sea of air.
He let out a long, slow breath.
“How do they make it look so easy?” he whispered to himself, watching one of the racers twist into a barrel roll before snapping back into a clean, level glide.
Edgar wasn’t a racer—not yet. He was still growing into his wings, still learning how to ride the wind instead of fighting it. He practiced every morning and watched the older flyers with careful attention. But deep down, he still wondered if he had what it took to one day join them—not just in the air, but in the race.
A soft flutter behind him caught his attention. Bonnie the Bluebird, his dearest friend, landed beside him with a cheerful hop.
“You’ve got that faraway look again,” she teased, fluffing her sky-blue feathers.
Edgar smiled shyly. “Just watching. Dreaming.”
Bonnie followed his gaze, her eyes twinkling. “One day, you’ll be up there. I can feel it in my tail feathers.”
Edgar chuckled, though part of him wanted to believe it too.
He turned back to the sky, where the racers were now warming up with elegant dives and playful loops.
“I don’t know,” he murmured. “They’re all so fast. So sure.”
Bonnie tilted her head. “Maybe. But speed’s not everything. Heart matters too. And you’ve got more of that than anyone I know.”
Edgar didn’t respond right away. He simply watched, eyes wide, wings twitching ever so slightly in the breeze. The kind of breeze that lifted dreams. The kind that whispered, “Maybe you’re closer than you think.”
And somewhere deep inside, just under the hum of nerves and doubt, something stirred.
A longing.
A flicker.
A beginning.
From his perch, Edgar’s sharp eyes took in every detail below. The meadows near the edge of the cliff were already alive with a buzz of activity. A vibrant crowd of animals—squirrels, rabbits, foxes, and more—had gathered to cheer on the racers. Colorful flags, woven from bright leaves and tied with slender vines, fluttered merrily from tree trunks and swayed in the gentle morning breeze. The scent of wildflowers mixed with the crisp mountain air, filling Edgar’s lungs with a refreshing calm.
Far above, the sky itself seemed to come alive. Birds of every feather and flight pattern had already begun to arrive for the race. Hawks flexed their powerful wings, their feathers gleaming in the sunlight like polished bronze. Falcons zipped through the air with sharp, swift movements, their sleek bodies cutting through clouds like arrows aimed true. Proud eagles, some with feathers ruffled in anticipation, preened carefully on distant branches, their piercing eyes scanning the horizon for the perfect moment to launch.
Edgar’s heart beat faster. He was just a young eagle, new to the ways of the sky and the thrill of racing, but from here, surrounded by the grandeur of the cliffs and the endless sky, he could almost feel the wind calling to him. The vast blue stretched wide and inviting, a limitless playground waiting for him to take flight.
Though nervous, Edgar felt a surge of determination rise within him. This race wasn’t just about speed or winning—it was about soaring higher than he ever had before, chasing dreams that sparkled as brightly as the morning sun. Today was the day he would begin his own journey into the great wide sky.
As the sun climbed higher, casting longer shadows across the valley, Edgar spread his wings wide and breathed in deeply. The wind whispered promises of adventure and courage, and somewhere deep inside, the young eagle knew that the race was only the beginning of his story.
Edgar’s golden eyes sparkled with wonder. “One day,” he whispered to himself, stretching his wings ever so slightly, “that’ll be me.”
Every year, Edgar watched the Great Sky Race with the same quiet awe. He’d never missed a race, even when the wind howled or rain drizzled on his feathers. Something about the way the racers cut through the sky, graceful and fearless, stirred something deep in his chest.
But he had never raced before.
He was still young, just out of his fledgling days, and his wings weren’t as wide or strong as the other eagles'. His dives were still a little wobbly, and sometimes he forgot to tuck his talons when he glided. Even so, when he closed his eyes, he could feel the sky calling to him. He imagined it as a song—a melody of freedom and flight, written just for him.
