39. The FeatherAiden and Iolair flew through the cave wall, bursting into the daylight beyond.
“Woohoo!” Aiden cried, flinging his arms up.
Iolair swooped in a wide circle, making the air swirl around them. Aiden could not keep the grin from his face. He felt so alive, so free. The sky around them was endless. It felt like the wind itself was rushing through his veins.
The Silver Eagle soared into view. “You made it!” said Fir-eun, making a somersault around them.
Aiden laughed. “I suppose you always knew we would.”
“No,” said Fir-eun, coming to glide alongside them. “There was an equal chance that you would not.”
“But all Aiden had to do was say he was an Eagle Rider,” said Iolair.
Fir-eun tilted his head to one side. “But you had to say it and mean it. It had to be true or the doo
