Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 10

M:   The night was surprisingly peaceful; no night terrors, no waking up screaming, not even a peep or a twitch came from the three sleeping Mandorians, though on the other hand when Mandoria woke up in the morning Rowen and Johann were more or less using him as a bed, as well as each other and forming a sleep pile.

Mandoria chuckled and gently ran his hand through Johann's hair, he looked so peaceful, it was a welcomed sight after everything that had happened to them. After several minutes of careful shifting, the country managed to climb out from the two without waking them, then draped the blanket they had over them. Mandoria pat Edel's nose as he walked away, stepping out of the cave into the clearing and breathing in the clear and crisp morning air.

The sun was warm on his skin and wings, making him feel content and actually happy, and as he spread his wings out to catch the golden rays with his feathers, he forgot all the horrors for a moment. For a brief time, all his fears and sorrows melted away and he felt like his old self again, the proud and noble king he thought was long dead had come back for a moment, however, that quick point in time made him yearn for a morning flight.

Forgetting the clipped and pitiful state of his wings, Mandoria gave one powerful beat and tried to take off, somehow managing to rise several meters before his wings couldn't catch the air and he started falling.  By the time his head came back from the clouds it was too late, he crashed into the treeline and got scraped up pretty bad before hitting the ground flat on his stomach, lying in pain and sadness as the one thing he was born to do was ripped away from him.

N:   The soldier smiled when he saw Mandoria rise into the air, but he began to panic when he fell out of view, so he quickly turned around and shook Wald awake. The insurgent woke up disoriented and was for a moment confused, but when he was told what happened, he woke Saxon up and the pair ran over to the treeline.

"Mandoria," the insurgent said when they found him, kneeling beside the country, "are you ok?"

"I don't understand why people ask that question," Saxon mumbled, still half asleep, "you can see he isn't."

"You know what I mean," the other retorted, and the entity came me knelt next to the country, "Mandoria, can you stand? Let's take you back to the cave."

M:   Mandoria couldn't speak for a second, the wind was knocked out of him so he was taking a moment to catch his breath, and when he was breathing normally a quiet sob escaped his lips.

"I can't fly, I can't fly anymore," he cried, "why have I been forsaken this way, what did I do to deserve this hell?"

Mandoria was understandably distraught, he was so happy and at peace just seconds before and it literally came crashing down, his emotions were played like a fiddle and only caused him more heartbreak.

 "Why anything anymore, what's the point of a winged country who can't fly," he sobbed again, "Prussia was right, I'm useless now, I don't even have a purpose to live for anymore, he ... was ... right."

N:   Saxon and Wald looked at each other, neither of them were winged so they didn't know how Mandoria felt. They waited until the winged country had let it all out before they spoke.

"Firstly, don't listen to a word Prussia said," Saxon said firmly, "that man aims to break everyone down, whether with a sword or words."

"Secondly," Wald continued, "you are being way too hard on yourself. We are not experts on wings, but like any injury, you will have to wait for them to heal so you can use them." He laid a supportive hand on the country, "You will need to wait for your wings to heal, and then you can fly. Don't jump to conclusions."