After Itex was defeated the flock went their separate ways. The battle was over after all, Most of them had either found their parents or found families to take them in, they did keep in touch of course but they didn't see each other as often, and they weren't really a flock or a family any more, and they'd become busy enough and grounded enough to not really want to wander anymore. It was sad, of course, and occasionally Max would feel a yearning deep in her soul for the days when everything was simple, and the flock was together but growing apart from friends even as close friends as they were, was a part of life and growing up. The task they'd set out to do was finished, the world was safe from Itex and the Voice was silent, and she was free to goof off and be as normal a teenager as possible with what she'd experienced and her wings of course. She was so sure of her story being over that she let herself go soft. Then one day in the final days of a dying summer, as it's fever began to break, and the chill started to taint the air and flush the trees with the colors of orange, red, and gold, Max was doing her chores, a jolt of blinding searing pain caused her to collapse, just before she blacked out the voice spoke, it said three words."HE...IS...COMING"