Preface
On a clear black night, I stood, overlooking the city from the top of a building. My face was beat and blood stained from battle. The clothing I wore, ripped and torn. I unfolded my aching wings to examin any damages. They hurt as I moved them. I then looked out at the city again, most in ruins. And whispering to myself I said "This is not over." I then jumped and flew into the night.