[fancypost borderwidth=; border: 0px black; border-radius: 0px; bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; auto;][font=times new roman][size=9pt]✏[color=#C9EDFF] A new end. A slight beginning. That was how he was always thinking, for all good things had to come to an end to start something new.
His name was Iledor, and he had been lost before. He had been lost many times, for places that he visited never seemed to be beautiful. They never made him feel like he was at home. His mother told him that if you could look past the rain and the dark clouds, no matter how damp and bleak a place was, no matter what price hope that he had left, he was going to be able to look past the clouds and see the sun. And that's where he was going, a place where he could see the sun shine brightly through the everlasting dark clouds that haunted him throughout his first years of living. Only, it took him longer, for he did not have his flight feathers yet. His mother had left him to fend for himself, as baby crows sometimes find it easier to leave their mothers. She died trying to protect him from the bears of the plain. There was only one tree in that plain, and if you dared to go on the highest branch, seeming to go past the clouds, where you could see the entire field of grassland stretched out before you, you could almost see the bright sunlight.
Stepping carefully across the grass, lifting his black crowned head ever so slightly towards the horizon, he saw the sun rising on the plain. He extended a wing, towards the sun, two wings, trying to catch the Sunned Wind beneath his feathers, but he only got a slight flutter of his small, downy feathers before the wind died again. The fresh wind that the sun gave off was said to give the weakest of flyers the strongest of flights. He was not ready to be apart of the birds that the Sunned Wind thought of as their brothers. He was not strong enough to lift his wings high enough. He still had not found his sun.
But he saw something else in the horizon, a castle, large and magnificent as it stretched towards the sky, seeming to break through the dark clouds. The sunlight glowed beneath the bridge's arch, the outline of the castle becoming more and more clear to his grey eyes. He folded his wings back into his bulk and looked at his feet. He would never get to the castle that pierced his dark clouds on his two feet, but he got this far on his two feet. He just hoped the Sunned Wind would bring him a gift, a guide, someone who would bring him there. If not, he would continue walking. He would end his long journey to find the place where the dark clouds broke, and begin to know where a home was.
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