The figure trod carefully over the layers of broken wood and broken memories. What was once a beautiful forest was now a deserted, lonely wasteland of shattered trees.

He gathered his belongings, flexed his majestic, jet-black wings and prepared himself for the mission ahead. Knowing exactly what he needed to do, he thrust himself up, beat his powerful wings several times and found himself soaring through the smoke-filled sky.

This was to be no ordinary task, but then again he was no ordinary man…

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