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Prologue: the Fall
I could feel the sound of the wind whistling in my ear as I went down. For a second, as the wind played in my hair, I forgot about the searing pain in my left shoulder where the Erasor had hit me. I felt the wind on my face, and then it stopped. I felt strong arms go around me and I heard the soft flapping of Fang's dark wings as we flew upwards towards the flock, who were anxiously waiting, hovering in the air.
"That's the second time in what, six months, Max." said Fang, rolling his dark eyes, but when I groaned in pain he immediately looked concerned again. Then everything went black.