A burst of flame, a fury of feathers. He emerges from the forest den with a look of determination. Running towards the cliff at high speed, the wary trees see only a streak of fire, as the blur of his red, orange, and yellow feathers trick the eye into seeing a lie. He is an anomoly in the sea of green, the colours of passion streaming behind him in the light mist. Running down the grassy path he has travelled so many times before, the chimera bursts out of the canopy onto a massive rock bluff overlooking the rest of the rainforest.
The bare stone sends shivers of cold into his feet and up his legs but the fire within pushes back this unwanted intrusion. The evening is warm and comfortable against his well-defined body and he wears only jeans - worn out ones at that. Nearing the drop ahead he briefly marvels at the magnificent sunset, a medley of colour that filters through the trees all around and gives them a translucent quality in the heavy air.
Xavier and Zana sit low in the sky, two planets he’d like to visit one day, with their earthy tones and the grand rings that encircle them. Time stands still for a moment…like a photograph of the mind the scene is magical in the least: the setting sun, the luminous planets, their moons, and the endless jungle below. At the end of the rock he jumps, wings and sunset like a single torch, and flies off into the coming night.
The view from above is like no other. Our friend never gets bored of watching the world from the skies, the stars beginning to twinkle above him. He smiles up at his ancestors, a constellation of stars shaped like a fierce lion’s face. The map says the temple is right up ahead past the pear shaped lake…and there it is! Sticking ever so slightly above the trees the ancient monument is rumoured to contain the mythical crystal of truth, a gem connected to every living person on this Earth of the Nexus solar system. Slowly descending down into the woods, wings flapping in long strokes, the angel-like man lands with a gentle crunch on the leaf strewn soil.
He moves quickly through the shadows towards a temple door entangled by vines. The symbol on his arm, that only he possesses, begins to glow with the light of the fireflies as the stone entrance slowly moves aside. He rushes inside - some sort of spy may have seen him falling into the forest, the brightly coloured wings kind of give him away. Water drips from the old stone walls of the dim interior and in the middle of the room on a pedestal lies the purple crystal that he had been so determined to find. Striding foward, he gingerly touches its surface to activate it. A flurry of images flashes before him - it seems like his entire life there before his eyes - and he falls backward to the ground, folded wings softening the blow. Has he died? Nope, but a little piece of everyone else has.