Rand could not hold back his joyous laughter as he soared through the air on his newly acquired wings. As the cool wind gently nipped at his face, Rand felt the troubles and concerns of his life slip away into nothingness. At that moment, all Rand cared about was the feeling of unparalleled freedom he felt soaring among the clouds. Rand had never dreamed that flying high in the sky could feel so truly amazing, and he found himself wishing that he never had to touch the ground again. As Rand began to feel more comfortable with his newly acquired wings, he began to test himself by attempting to mimic the actions of the birds that he had witnessed in the sky. Rand pulled his wings close to his sides, and launched into a free-fall towards the ground below. Seconds before reaching the ground, Rand opened his wings again, catching the air perfectly to halt his fall and send him back up towards the sky, spinning and laughing as he rose. Once he reached a high enough altitude, Rand dove towards the ground again. Instead of rising back to the sky, Rand this time opened his wings further to allow himself to soar low to the ground. Rand let out a triumphant shout as he watched the ground below him speed past.
As he soared along, close to the ground, Rand suddenly noticed a strange creature crawling on the ground ahead of him. As he got closer, Rand noticed that the creature was actually a man. Rand recognized the man immediately as he flew over him, and the joy in his heart was instantly consumed by pure hatred. Rand adjusted his flight to bring himself back into the sky, and he circled around to get another view of the Seraph below him.
“How do you still live.” Rand shouted to the Seraph too far below him to hear. “How is it possible? I told the elders we should have killed you!”
Rand continued to circle the Seraph below him like a vulture waiting to feast, cursing the gods for sparing the creature’s life. Letting anger take control, Rand dropped into another dive, aimed directly at the Seraph below. Rand felt his blood boiling in his veins as he soared towards his target, and his mind began to focus on getting his revenge. In a matter of seconds, Rand reached the Seraph, but was soaring too fast. Unable to control himself, Rand crashed into the Seraph and rolled several feet before coming to a halt. Rand moaned as he felt the pain of several broken ribs and a fractured jaw. As Rand tried to get back to his feet, he heard another moan from the nearby Seraph.
“How,” Rand hissed, spitting out blood. “How do you still live?”
Rand tried to stand but found that he had sprained his ankle as well, forcing him to drop back to the ground. Rand fought back tears caused by a mix of pain and frustration as he looked over to the Seraph lying broken several feet away from him. The Seraph began to attempt to move again, and Rand found his mind filling with hatred and anger once again.
“Die, damn you,” Rand shouted. “Why won’t you just die?”
The Seraph responded to Rand’s question by coughing up blood, drove Rand past his breaking point. With a scream of anger mixed with intense pain, Rand rose to his feet, ignoring his injuries, and hobbled over to the Seraph. Letting out an anguished cry, Rand grabbed the Seraph and mustered all the strength he had left to launch himself back into the sky. Though it was a great struggle, Rand lifted the Seraph high into the air, leaving the ground far below him. Once he rose as high as he felt he could go, Rand released his grip on the Seraph, letting his son’s killer fall. Rand began to fly in a circular pattern, watching intently as the Seraph dropped to the ground. An eternity later, the Seraph crashed into the ground violently, leaving a bloody splatter around his body.
Rand felt a sense of relief as he stared at the lifeless body of his son’s murderer lying on the ground below him, and the tears began to flow from his eyes. Moments later, Rand’s relief was turned to horror as he felt a burning sensation on his back. In his peripheral vision, Rand could see flames coming from behind him. Before Rand could realize what had happened, his wings had caught fire and burned up, leaving a mass of charred skin on his back. Rand let out another pain filled scream as his once glorious wings burned off, leaving him charred and falling back to the earth. Despite the agony of losing his wings, all Rand could focus on was his family as he fell to his death. A brief moment later, Rand’s body crashed into the ground bringing his life to a painful end.
“I’m sorry Waryn,” a white-winged Seraph named Gabras announced. “Your son did not survive the fall.”
“My son,” Waryn whispered as he knelt over his son’s lifeless body. “What did those animals do to you?”
” I can’t explain what happened here,” The Gabras stated. “It seems that Ezkel’s wings have been chopped off his body, and his death seems to have been caused by the fall from that. But, I can’t possibly imagine how that is possible. We may never know the true story of how your son was slain.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Waryn stated coldly. “All that matters is that my son lies dead in the dirt like some common beast. Wrap up his body so that we can take him back home and give him a proper ritual.”
“Of course Waryn,” Gabras said, then turned his attention to the burnt and broken body of the Devlin lying nearby. “And what of this beast?”
“Leave it,” Waryn snapped. “I know that creature is somehow responsible for the death of my son. Leave it lying in the dirt for the other beasts to feed on. That is a fitting end for that creature.”
Waryn let his tears flow as he and Gabras wrapped Ezkel’s body in a large cloth. The two Seraph then launched into the sky, carrying Ezkel’s body back to his home for a proper burial.