Taking Flight, a Freewrite

By 1904, Magnus had seen more history than a person could put in a book. He'd been schlepped around the world since the day of his birth after all, from one impoverished country to the next, riding the wave of this colonialization or that, by his parents, the Dogooders.

At the age of 16, he wised up. He could see the wrong headedness of trying to improve the living conditions of others. He could feel the wrongness of judging others to be in need of help. He could understand the lack of self that gave rise to his parents' wishes to "help" others.

He opposed his parents. They got sick of his lambasting them for their wrongheadedness, and tossed him overboard somewhere on the banks of the most recent river they were headed down, on their way to find another community that was living according to their own understanding of what it means to live a good life.

By 1904, Magnus knew his parents were destroyers, and he was happy to be cast out of their boat. Time to find his own.

Having lost his life, he entered the new one with a sweet disposition
(OK that prompt does not suck for this!)
All was well with the local populations - Magnus knew this. He swam to shore in search of his own people, humans who lived according to the principles of nature, not the principles of man as his parents had done. His parents had forced others to change their ways time and again, leaving destruction of nature in their wakes.

Magnus was met with hesitation from the first people he met. He knew they were there, hidden, watching him, probably armed with weapons he could only guess at. He didn't have the firepower his own parents used against dart guns and spears. Magnus had to rely only on his wits to win these humans' hearts. He did what he did best - magic tricks.

One by one, children inched forward to see more. One by one, adults emerged from the brush, holding their weapons harmlessly at their sides. One by one, the smiles came out. Magnus looked up to the treetops and gave thanks.

Magnus was not surprised that there was a bird at the window of his soul. He took flight with it, levitating above the others. This was a regular occurrence among this group of forest-dwelling humans - they could all rise above the earth at will, even the youngest among them. Up and up they all rose, high enough to see his parents' boat still making its way down the river.

Magnus wished he could stop his parents, but knew their own journey was not done. Hovering above the boat with all these others, laughing, singing, and joyously celebrating the union of one with all, they created a beautiful cloud of song and love.

Magnus' parents looked up. They became infused with all the joy and wonder above them. The new age had begun.

This is my entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. On Saturdays, we are given a second option of writing for three prompts, one right after the other, 5 minutes each, no peeking ahead! The prompts are in bold italics in my story. As usual, I set my timer for 4:30, write until it goes off, then go back to clean up, but not change, what has appeared on the page.

It's always a trip! Just let your mind go and write the story that presents itself to you. Come join us!