For a friend...

Days go by since she left her comet trail in his life, months have passed slower than he cold ever imagined. It`s most probably the stardust from her breath that intoxicated everything with pink insecurity. Nights of cold sweat and feather dreams. Days of endless worries and abrupt words. Shilen had no mercy on his soul, as he was feeling all his anger surrounding his heart, but every time when he touched the land of Innadril, the ice would melt down as if no talisman could hold his anger to his chest. He could have watched all wars riding on the wind back, without caring of the past, present or future, as his wings grew and he could fly above everything, feeling just the heat of the sun, or the high clouds in the night brushing his face. Flying is not easy business. You practically have to spread your wings and learn how to detach yourself from the ground. But once you taste the sweet air of freedom, you can never come back to what you have been. You learn how to raise yourself above. You borrow a little bit of ice from Shilen`s heart to overcome what`s trying to bring you down. In the end, you learn how to forgive. First yourself, then the others. Although, dear friend, Shilen will never teach you that. That is something you will have to find in your heart.