The islands were no longer visible. The once heavenly view he so loved had vanished from view. The intense blue of the sky around him began enveloping [Solans] body.
It felt as though he was merging with the wind. Letting it guide him as he plummets to the depths
below.
How long has he been falling from this great height?
The Aerie he once cherished was now beyond his reach. With his wings gone and his pride diminished he resented the being who did this to him.
Every ounce of his body hated the thing that did this to him, but beyond that he hated himself. The feeling of incompetence he had gained from being helpless in the dangerous situation.
[A divine mist now shrouds your body]
The aerie is a transcendent place. All who enter are forced to stay, and all who leave are able to return no longer. [Solan] didn't know how he knew this, for no one had told him. But he could tell, the soul that was being hunted just moments ago knew the truth.
The aerie he just fell from, he could reach no longer.
{Solan: "How long have I been falling?" he contemplates as he drifts in and out of consciousness
It's hard to keep composure after the trauma he went through. But he knew squirming and writhing in pain would do nothing. Not that he could, considering the speed he's plummeting at.
The immeasurable pain he felt from the wounds left on his back are now starting to subside.
Maybe the trauma from that experience is allowing him to be numb from the pain.
It has become disheartening. [Solan] was at peace in the aerie. He felt connected to the comrades he no longer remembers. As though his body still remembers a past that never existed to the young dragon. For [Solan] is a newborn, just freshly hatched from the egg. One shouldn't have memories from a past they themselves never experienced. Yet he still feels as though something is missing. As though his soul was an old one. He did recognize the Aerie he was born in…
The overwhelming emotions boiling inside [Solan] start to fester. He could no longer hold back what he was feeling.
For the first time in [Solans] life. He weeps
He weeps for the memories he wishes he still had. For the wings he so cherished being torn from his body. And the inability to further stay on the aerie and learn about his roots.
As he cries, the tears that begin flowing from his eyes begin to sting. The kind of tears after a most terrible heartbreak. The kind of tear that never stops running. He must let it take its course.
{Solan: "Why?" he says, the shining tears still running down his cheeks "Why can't I remember?"
A poor, confused child
[Divine mist continues to shroud your body]
As he feels the wind resistance from the descent into the void. He becomes aware of how the pain has completely subsided.
He reaches behind him hoping he would feel a familiar soft mass. But when he desperately tries to grab it, there's nothing there.
He knew this
He knew that the wings he cherished are long gone. Along with his home.
[The divine mist begins clouding your vision]
The aerie has always had a mist surrounding the islands. It is said that the mist prevents anyone from going into the aerie. Only those who have divine grace can enter the aerie. Anyone else, no matter prowess or influence, power or strength, intelligence and dignity. The mist turns all who come in contact away.
It truly is home to the divine.
[Solan] Had no idea how he ended up in the aerie. It was as though he had always been there. As though he had never left. [Solans] soul remembers the feelings of being away from home. It is as though the only thing newborn is this body of his
It further disheartened [Solan]
[The mist shrouding your vision begins to dissipate]
As he opens his eyes, tears still flowing, he looks out at what was once shrouded. The sky is no longer a bright blue but a perfect pitch black. As though darkness itself had reached out and covered his eyes.
But that's not all there was in the distance.
After a deafening silence for what felt like an eternity a bright light flashed in his sight. The bang that followed echoed throughout his body and deep within his soul.
What followed were faint lights flickered beyond the hand of darkness. Tiny displays of power flashing before the young dragon's eyes.
One after another they began to light up the once pitch-black world that enveloped him.
They began to form clusters, crashing into each other into huge displays of color. Moving and slamming into lakes of stardust dancing upon an infinite canvas. Those pools of dust began forming new beacons of light within them, repeating this cycle of destruction and creation over and over again.
[echos of the universe resonate within you]
The sky that was once pitch black was now glistening with a beautiful array of color. Its chromatic bliss moved [Solan]
After all the tears he's wept and all the pain he's endured up until now, it began to feel so far behind him, they have become obsolete.
The aerie is a place beyond space and time.
He is watching the beginning of the universe unfold around him
Such marvels cannot be fathomed
{Solan: "Does this have something to do with the aerie?" he thought to himself blinded by the beauty in front of him
The galaxies of vibrant colors now coalesce around [Solan] as though glad to see an old friend.
[Divine mist begins to envelope your body]
Once again, his vision is obscured.
[Solan] again reaches behind him. Not to mourn the loss of his wings but to explore what he didnt care to feel before. He goes further than he did before. This time reaching to feel the back he is still unfamiliar with. He feels where the wings once were. The wounds left behind from the tear have now left scars. Along with the scars from the wings, is the wound left behind from the sharp blade that struck his back. He goes to feel this wound. It's warm, it stings to the touch. He feels the skin around the wound begin to sizzle as though cooking fresh game. The wound that was once warm had been shut just as fast as the hissing began.
[Solan] looked around at the body he was unfamiliar with. His arms were long and toned. He could tell they were molded to perfection. He gazed down at his torso and felt along the bridge at his solar plexus. He felt his stomach as he ran his unfamiliar fingers down to his legs. His legs were long and defined. On each one of his limbs were marked by small cracks in his skin. They resemble the scales of a dragon. The one familiar sight he hadn't seen in a while. It comforted him.
He began to feel up towards his face. As he reached his cheeks he marveled at the softness. As though he was resting his hands on a cloud's surface. They were smooth and sharp, fitting right up to his cheek bones as his hands fell towards his mouth. He had never felt lips before; the feeling confused him. It was soft but wet. He opened his mouth, shocked at how little he could. He felt along his teeth, expecting a prick from sharp fangs that weren't there. They were unified and strong, except a pair of fangs on each part of his smile. He was relieved at the familiarity he felt when first touching them.
Finally, he reaches up towards his hair, He then remarks that not a single feather rest on his body, it is as smooth as a freshly polished stone. He feels the long unkempt hair of his as he remarks at the texture. It is coarse but delicate. He then reaches his horns. Grand in stature, he feels a sense of ego upon feeling their curved shape. [1]
[Solan] Lets out a little giggle as though happy to have finally become acquainted with the form he has acquired.
[Divine mist begins to clear from view]
[The rustling of sand blows against your ears]
As he views out at again another unfamiliar view he is baffled by the red and yellow that line the horizon. He looks around realizing that he is no longer falling.
He remarks at the fact he hasn't felt the feeling of falling for some time now, he must have gotten used to the feeling.
[The subtle taps of a tumbleweed close by]
As he feels sand on his hands and feet, he looks up at the sunset for the first time. He looks around noticing he is surrounded by dunes of sand in every direction stretching out beyond the horizon.
His expression shifts from one of awe to one of drive. He looks up from whence he came and swore another vow
Along with finding out what happened to the aerie he called home
He now vows that on his life
He will find who cut off his wings
And snuff him out for good.
[1] Usually, a dragon's status and influence a dependent on the size of their horns. Many species of lesser and great dragons take pride in the form their horns take.