Under the sun beating out heat rays that penetrated the thickest of skin, Andash pranced proudly round his newly found homeland. The scolding terra firma scattered with rocks and sand was a beauty to behold underneath the bright heavens of the daytime. Tallsun was taking its toll on the frondescence that was scarce at the best of times in such a dry area, but did not dampen the sir's spirits.

His frosted pelt glowed in the light, yet was now dusted with the sand from the desert of the Throat. It did not take long to become part of the scenery in these conditions. A light breeze began to pick up, that tossed his ashen and sapphire silks, and ruffled the feathers of his bleached wings. It made him feel like he was soaring high in the heavens; if he had ever experienced such a thing. The thoughts of his defected left wing scorched his mind, bringing back the painful memories of being the jester of his former herds. A sudden surge of these thoughts made him rather vexed at his deformity. I don't deserve this.

"I am blessed with wings and yet I am cursed with not having the chance to use them. What madness is this?"

Glancing back he saw the faint blurred silhouettes of other members of the herd, hoping that they weren't within eyesight to witness what he was intending to do. Andash pawed the soft, hot sand with his lead daggers, arching his neck and stretching his crown into his chest, bucking up the courage.

Stretching his wings the best he could, he moved. With a certain grace that was evident of his tapered, burly physique, he strutted on the spot, gradually moving into a soaring gallop across the desert.

He was trying to fly.

Slowly but surely, he began to lift off the ground. Something that had never occured in his short life. Ferociously fighting against the breeze that was becoming ever thicker, his orbs full of determination, he rose higher. His magnificent and beautiful right wing danced as it performed what was only expected of it, but his left wing would not comply. It struggled moving, causing Andash to lose balance. Panick froze his body as he was fastly approaching the ground. With a crash he landed, falling into the sand that softened only slight.

....

Lifting his crown, dazed, his azure orbs blurred, he slowly began to focus again and regained some control. Hopeful that no one had seen him, he was about to lift his mass back onto all four pillars. But someone stood in front of him. Oh no...