A fist slams into the face of a seventeen-year-old with long raven black hair. He stumbles backward into a tree behind him. He grunts as he earns another punch from a short haired brunet boy in front of him. Four of his classmates have dragged him to the back of the school. He reaches up for a branch above his head and pulls himself up, narrowly avoiding a kick.
The bullies try to follow him up the tree but Faelyn is basically a squirrel when it comes to trees. He's always had this vague memory of having a father who trained him doing such a thing when he was a child. He doesn't remember the name of the man. What he does remember is the voice and the long black hair similar to the style he has now. Faelyn believes this man was his Father.
Faelyn leaps from a tree branch and onto another tree. By the time he's leaped through three trees the bullies are climbing out of the one. Seems like they have decided to follow him by foot. Faelyn is at least thirty feet in the air in a really tall tree. He is leaning on the bark and huffing for air when the bullies catch up to him.
"Get down here this instant!" One of them shouts at him. Faely sticks his tongue out shaking his head. Then something hard and jagged smacks the back of his leg. A rock sends pain up his leg. In shock and pain, he loses his footing and plummets down head first toward the earth.
This is not the way Faelyn envisioned he would die. He closes his eyes as he falls.
"Good bye world." He whispers to himself.