A solitary bird seen flying, its cry echoing for a thousand miles. It was crafted by an artisan named Brant an…
A solitary bird seen flying, its cry echoing for a thousand miles.
It was crafted by an artisan named Brant and was his most cherished possession.
Now it lies broken on the ground, reduced to ruin.
When did it fall from the sky?
Was it when flames scorched its frame? Or when the artisan's blood soaked its wings?
Did it perish in that solitary cry that echoed for a thousand miles?
It remembers only that in the final moment of its fall, thousands of wooden eagles took flight from its side.