12-27-2009, 11:43 PM
[043.] Hero
The heat from the blazing fires enveloped Fallen as he flew over the burning city. Who would have thought that this magnificent metal city could be in flames? This is no normal fire, Fallen thought. There are few who could be behind this horrific trepidation.
As much as Fallen feared and was angered and hurt by humankind, he never wished them this tragedy, or even any harm at all. He wanted to help those people who had rejected and abused him. Fallen felt within himself for the strength and power to do what he needed to do. Then he arced up to the sky and disappeared into the sky. He would make it rain on the burning city and that rain would calm the fires. Or so he thought.
Ten minutes had passed before Fallen emerged from the clouds, his body weakened from the moisture. He smiled as he watched the rain finally beginning to fall, but his happiness quickly turned to horror when the flames only grew bigger and more powerful. How could that be happening? The fire was wild and ferocious.
Fallen returned to the ground on the cape just outside the city. It was where he and Alanova had once spent many days enjoying the weather and enjoying life itself. Then, the place seemed like something out of a nightmare. What could he do? His efforts seemed to only make things worse. By that point, his body was ready to give out. He had taken a huge risk by making the rain, and he had failed at saving the city.
Fallen collapsed on the ground.
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