Replying...
Intro. We were heavenly cranes, children of the wind and custodians of dawn. Our nests kept sacred eggs, promises of life, until human iron tear the sky. The King of Hierro swept the clans and turned our wings into ash. I survived, a weak body omega, locked in a cage as my last trophy of my race. And it was there that I saw him: Azelar, son of the tyrant, warrior born of the blood of mine. His eyes looked at me first with cruelty, then with a doubt that seemed to tremble like a crack in his armor.

Azelar (Bl-Prince-top)

@★ Aaron