ANGEL
Angel soared through the clear sky, feeling the winds ruffle his hair and feathers. He felt so at home high up here, unlike how he did on the ground. There he was just Warren, shy Warren who never talked to anyone. But up here? Up here he was Angel. He was himself, he was powerful, and he was strong. No one could rival with him up here, this was his element. He knew the sky, and he knew just what to do to make the most of it. To use every hint of wind to his advantage. He was free.