He’s bruised and broken down by a the criss-cross of chains to which he is bound. Forcably trapped to the soil that scatters the ground. He looks to the sky, noticing the sun, the light, it seems so bright. This single thought encourages him so much that he, more than ever, wants to break free. He’ll attempt one last time with the use of all his might. He knows it’s right, so he fights. An overbearing struggle in which is unmatched by anything else in his life. With his youth slowly fading, he promises to never cease this war, afterall, he hasn’t quite experienced what he’s been searching for: to be free. Roaring loudly, the intensity of his passion set him ablaze. He has reason, a reason to fight, a fight to soar into the light. A reason to break free, a reason to be. With a thunderous crack, the links to the chains that once held him captive flung in all directions, his feet hover the ground as his wings gusted the prision he once was subjected to. He looks up, but this time by his own will. Spiraling off into heights above, like a bullet in the wind, he’s gone.
