Emil had been declared dead. Caught in a fire when he was young he had stopped breathing, his heart had stopped beating and he had spent a few minutes dead. He had lost his wings and his self-esteem and stayed in his parents' house for years.

His burns had healed, his scars disappeared. His wings had finally grown back as well. Emil loved his wings. He loved being able to soar across the sky, high above the treetops. He loved watching animals running far below him, he loved playing with the others. He loved how beautiful they were, a glittering combination of blue and gray feathers. He loved that they could carry him anywhere he wanted.

"I'm heading out, do you want to come along?"

Emil laughed, pushed himself off the bed and left his room. His mother smiled at him, her beautiful wings resting on her back and Emil smiled back.

"Not today, I have things to do."

"Do you want me to invite someone over? I meet one of your childhood friends yesterday."

"Mom, it's okay."

"I just don't want you to feel lonely."

"Really mom", he pushed her towards the door, still smiling, "it's okay. I'm going to meet up with someone tomorrow."

"Will I finally get to meet this mysterious person?"

He smiled, but refused to answer. She kissed his head before throwing herself off the cliff and Emil watched as her wings carried her away. For so long he had wanted to be able to fly like that as well and tomorrow he'd get to fly like that with Lalli.

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A/N: And that's the end! I hope you enjoyed the little story, feel free to leave a little review and I'll see you around for the next story!