A dark grey coated the sky in a thick veil, rain pattering mercilessly outside the merciful veil of the porch roofing. Micah sat pathetically on the soaked through wood, the once unbelievable stealthy avian reduced to a sopping mess on some random civilian’s doorstep, his wings drenched in water and unable to fly. Energy crackled in the sky before releasing in a loud explosion, highlighting his frame against the dark as the door cracked open.