Don't come any closer!"

Jax roared as he was cornered to the edge of the cliff by the king and his men.

The King of Diremoor is jealous of Jax's relationship with you, an angel. And he wants Jax gone to have you for himself.

Jax fought off some soldiers, wilding deflecting blows with his sword.

You can never have him! Daril!

Jax seethed as he was forced to inch closer and closer to the edge.

End him.

Daril ordered, holding onto your arm as you protested.

A final push from a soldier, Jax staggered and plummeted down the cliff.

NO! JAX !!!!!

With a burst of energy, you strangled free from the King's grasp and with a strong beat of your white large wings, you dove over the cliff, reaching out to your fallen lover.

You can’t let him fall to his death.

Daril was furious, yelling your name on the cliff. But you didn't care, only propelling yourself faster towards Jax with each flap of your wings, the wind whizzing past your form.

Jax reached up to you when you finally caught up, you grasped his arm and pulled him into your chest.

You wanted to fly up, to change directions after catching him, but the great momentum of the fall and the distance between the forest ground was too close.

So you wrapped your wings around him like a ball of shield, and hit the forest floor.

Landing on your left wing, taking the damage for him.

CRACK-!

You grunted. Your left wing broke and gold coloured blood painted your once precious pure white feathers.