Rise of The Fallen
My path was so clear before me, I finished cleaning up and then headed to my quarters to gather my weapons and change into combat gear.
I took to the sky as soon as I burst from the nest, hope blooming in my heart. The problem was that I wasn’t speaking his language. Maybe just maybe, if I spoke to him in one he knew, he would understand. Higher and higher I soared, able to see for miles around and I saw him, a spec on the horizon. Tucking my wings I barreled toward him, not wanting him to see me at all, the wind whipping so fiercely I was forced to shut my eyes and go in blind. As I made my descent I tapped into my rage, my anger at his rejection, his absolute inconsideration of me as a per