The cold air stabbed his lungs with each breath he took. The blades of grass attacked his legs every time he stepped. His sweat dripped down his head blinding him from what was in front. His knife threatened to fall out of his hands as they were too frozen to properly grip the handle. But he had to keep running; he had gotten too far just to get caught now.

“Ezekiel. Stop now.” A voice screamed from the distance. The sounds of men’s voices and horses’ hoofs coming closer made him flinch. Everything got closer with each second that passed by; every idea he could think of getting thought of and then rejected. Until he landed on one. He thought it over and over and over again hoping that there would be a different alternative. But there were none.

The cold air whipped past him, chilling his ears. He stopped and turned, assessing how far they all were. He stared and listened. Waiting. His heart racing as they got closer and closer towards him. He watched as his brother came into view, raising a sword screaming something, but he couldn’t hear it over the thumping of his own heart. He shut his eyes crouching before fully leaping into the air.

His back chilled as the wind went down it. His wings flexed and expanded as they pushed him high into the sky. He took a deep breath and observed his surroundings. It had been a long time since he flew, but the feeling of burning brought him back to reality as he saw a silver chain wrapped around his leg,  trying to drag him back down to his personal hell. His brother was on the other end of the chain pulling him down with all his might. The chain eventually released his leg after a few kicks flinging him high up in the air and knocking his brother down to the ground. 

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The sounds of shouts and cursing faded away as he flew farther away from the scene. His wings pushed him far into the sky. His body aching and begging for rest. His leg still had the lingering feeling of burning and the new mark on his leg became a new reminder of the chain that was there. He looked up, exhaling and praying to anything that would listen for him to finally be free. When his back became hot with pain. It became unbearable as the pain spread from his back to his arms and legs then finally reaching his head. He became dizzy and paralyzed, his body refusing to respond. He watched as his wings became limp next to him. The sight and smell of dark crimson blood coming from the giant hole in his wings floated past him like delicate snowflakes while he plummeted towards the ground. He tried with every muscle in his body to get air born again, forcing his wings to flap. But it only made the pain worse and made him spin through the air. He tried more and more but his wings stayed limp at his side as he crashed into the cold river below, completely knocking him out.