The day that Gazzy breathed his last was the end of the Flock. The beginning of the end was the fight.
Gazzy laughed as he dived down at a defending flyboy.
The world stopped.
Angel screamed.
There was a snap.
Gazzy plummeted limp to the ground.
And the world started again.
He lay on his front, neck at an impossible angle. His spread wings were stained with blood. His blue eyes were open and staring. He was gone, we know now. But his heart still beat, and he still breathed, and we hoped.
And then one day, he just stopped.