He was falling, his back facing the ground, arms spread wide as though surrendering to the heavens, eyes closed as he caressed the quiet corners of his inner self, readying his spirit for what was to come, and what he believed must be.
Though the earth still yawned far below him, the air rushed against his skin like an impatient hand eager to drag him down.
Then, His eyes snapped open, blazing, glowing with ferocious blue lightning that sparked and danced within them like storms contained in glass.
With a swift, controlled twist, he spun himself mid-air, turning to face the ground. Each passing second drew him closer. His hair lashed backward in the fierce wind, strands whipping like rebellious banners, while his eyes watered from the force of the air colliding against him.
Grrrrrr.
