Winged by 13Whitewolf Falling from a mile up feels like nothing. I had accepted my fate. I knew the blood filling the sky was mine. And I knew I was never going home. I heard nothing as I fell. it was almost peacefull. I felt no pain. I knew that I Lyra a fifteen year old angle was going to die on this sunny summer afternoon. Unlike in a movie where the sky would be dark and cloudy.