Braelyn's wings moved in sweeping arcs as she flew above the clouds. She knew she was close. 200 years of waiting and searching. Finally at an end.
It was early in the afternoon, and she had been flying for hours, now so exhausted that her wings felt like knives, and every slight movement drove them deeper into her shoulders. She dropped a hundred metres, then caught the wind and stopped her descent, and began to move forward once more. There was no way that she would make it to where she had to be ,and she could feel herself slipping. Maintaining her winged form was a huge drain on her energy, but it was impossible to stop, the pull was magnetic. Soon after that, she faltered. Her wings failed, and turned to light. Briefly removing themselves from existence. The flailing girl was dropping and there was no stopping that simple fact. She fell through a cloud and the vicious wind withing tore at her. Blood poured from her ears and nose, a fact that she was not aware of, as she had now been knocked out by the drastic changes in pressure. A few minutes passed, the ground loomed. Braelyn hit it, with a force that would have obliterated a human, but instead broke every bone in her body, spattering the ground with faintly glowing blood.