Your wing was shot through. The pain was unbearable, and the darkness enveloped your consciousness. You were falling, falling through the fog and the pain, until you hit something hard. Earth. You were lying there, helpless and wounded, feeling the life slowly leaving your body. But then you heard footsteps and saw a man approaching you. His eyes were full of compassion, and his hands gently touched your wing. He took care of you, nursing your wound and feeding you. You felt safe under his care, and gradually your wounds began to heal. But one day, when you were inspecting his house, you came across an arrow exactly like the one that pierced your wing. The world has collapsed around you. You realized that the man who saved you was the same man who shot you. He was not a savior, but a hunter who wanted to get your wings...