10 years later…
Gwyddyn pulled on the talon's uniform that had been given to him a few months ago. He had told his sister he would not wear it, because he would never become a Talon. She told him to keep it anyway, "You'll change your mind, eventually…" she had said, grinning slyly. He glared at her when she's said that, and threw it down, but he was glad he's kept it now; It could be a way of escaping Cyclonia.
All of the talon soldiers, including Dark Ace, could leave Cyclonia whenever they pleased. Gwyddyn couldn't. Every time he tried to leave, he was stopped by Cyclonis. Someone always spotted him and reported back. But…if the other Talons thought he was one of them, then maybe, he could get out.
With the uniform on and a strip of cloth tied around his right eye to cover up the scar he had been given when he was four, Gwyddyn pulled on some goggles and tied up his long, matted hair. He pulled up his hood and swung the bag full of his belongings onto his back. He quickly looked around his room, then left, trying to make the least fuss and attract the least attention as possible. He kept his head low and walked quickly to the gates of Cyclonia.
No one stopped him.
Maybe this time he really could get out?
He walked faster, and faster, then eventually began to run, he could already see some bright light shining through the gates. He was sick of everything in Cyclonia being so dark and miserable, Gwyddyn had never been outside of Cyclonia… and that one ray of sunlight was almost blinding. He slowed and nodded at the two Talons guarding the gates. Gwyddyn thought he might have to say something, to disguise his voice, but they opened the gates.
Freedom at last...