The man who had been a god paused upon the mountain top, victorious. He had gained these heights by wit and will, and from here he could see before him the promised land.
He could see where he wished to go, but he failed to see where he was; for though he had been a god, he was now a man.
From his very first step down the far side of the mountain, he began to learn what it is to be human.
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Cronicles of one of the Fallen
An account from one of the few who flew with the grace of God,
Challenged the sun, and was burned from the Heavens
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a breeze that smelled of wide-open spaces, of limitless skies and bright sun, of ice and high mountains.
It was the wind from the dark angels wings.