Ethari stood on the beach, water pouring from the sky. There was a light shower, but his body was drenched. He stood on the cliff that was on the tropical island. He didn't remember how he got here. All he knew was why. His life was ruined, destroyed. Massacred.

He held his head low, his eye length silver hair hung over his face, drenched with the rain. A tear rolled down his face and splashed quietly on the dirt ground. He had stood there for a hour or so, he didn't really care.

It never really affected him before. When his parents died, someone was there to help him. But now he realized the true horror of it. He had been so easy to dismiss the fact that his parents were murdered. Why did he deserve to live? Another tear rolled down his face.

He was going to do it. He was going to jump. If he had helped, his parents would be alive. A final tear rolled down his face. His mind was racing. He had to decide. Take his own life, or keep on living in the shame of what he had down. Time seemed to stop as the final tear fell from his cheek. It began to head towards the ground untill it made contact with a deafening boom. His head was spinning.

He raised his head and screamed, and at the last minute, lunged himself off the cliff. His body was whistling down the cliff, his head was going to explode. His white cloak, flapped on the intense speed that his body plummeted at the earth. 10 meters from the ground. A memory flashed through his head. It was a split second, but it made him uneasy about his choice.

" Seize the chance, seize your life." This is what his adoptive mother and trainer had said. When he was little he vowed to help good. It was a empty promise, he was filling the role, the cliched role of it. But her words inspired him.

5 meters. 2 meters. He couldn't do this. His wings opened drenched in rain water. He banked and landed on the moist floor, huddled in a ball and began to weep on the rain forest floor. He had to live. His dove Cataraza chirped. He told her to go away, but she returned. She rested on his head and began to nuzzle his ear. He was grateful for her presence.

Lothemadel was waiting at the bottom of the cliff. The graceful plumet of the angel made him uneasy. At the last possible second, Lothemadel was relieved to see Etheri spread his wings. Breathing a sigh of reilief, Lothemadel strutted towords the shaken angel.

Lothemadel noticed his tear stricken face and sorrowful expression. "I know your thougts, I have been through it. By the suprise and anguish I can tell it is your first time. Your first tear. The first time when every drop of pain, every drop of suffering, every drop of the misery in your life consumes you. " Lothemadel still held his head low to the ground.

"Angels and celstials are always percieved as the image of greatness, flawless and morally just. They have no pain, they are joyful and vengful. But due to this stereotype, angels can't accept the pain they feel. They do whatever they can to avoid being mortal. You must accept it. The tears of an angel are very uncommon. Express yourself, express yourself if you want to live."

Lothemadel's gray hair hung low, his staff was dull and gray. "Angels percieve men as weak. They are not. Most men are strong, willfull, and can prove themselves in any situation. Etheri, I ask you, can you become mortal? Can humble yourself to the point were you actually make yourself weak? Are you going to break the chains on your heart? Or shackle your soul becoming and angel of death?"

Lothemadel recalled the simalar experiance he had to this. He was quicker to accept the fact of becoming emotionally free due to the human blood flowing through him. But it still was very painful. He was outside standing gazing at the stars. He cryed and sobbed, screamed and yelled. But he unchained his heart, and become one with his soul. He just hope Etheri could do the same.

Ethari stood from his huddled position. He sniffed. He was disgusted. How could he done something like that to himself? Lothemdal was there to. His words helped. Ethari looked into the sky, only seeing dark rain clouds. What was Lothemdel doing? He stood and walked away and said coolly " come on, lets make shelter."

He walked for about fifteen minutes until he reached a cave. It had craggy dark rocks, there was no under brush inside the cave, a nice relief to the shrubbery that was all over the jungles floor. He hoped nothing lived inside the cave. He reached his mind over to inside the cave, and from there searched it for evil. He sensed a presence.

He didn't move. Someone or something was inside that cave. But what? Did he want to go risking his life inside that cave? There could be a lich, or just a goblin. Ethari was still in a haze. He stepped inside the cave. It was pitch black. He stood in the darkness, and heard a faint breathing. Ethari's breath came in faint gasps. He drew his sword.

He screamed at the top of his lungs. He plunged his sword in the ground. Then there was a gasp. Ethari collapsed, his sword still plunged into the unknown evil. He began to sob. His limp body collapsed over the dead creatures. He stood and choked a sob, and walked and created a small fire. He had killed a bandit.

Ethari unrolled his bed mat and fell on it. Cataraza was perched on the hilt of the sword. Her gaze pierced at Ethari. Her normally dull yellow eyes were a bright gold. " What do you want" he screamed. She stood still. He fell asleep, his last image, Cataraza perched on his sword, staring into his heart.

Lothemadel layed out his bedmat in a simalar manner, next to Etheri's. You fool, he thought, such a stubborn fool. "Etheri, you are absolutly impossible. You have proven to me that you cant even possibly handle humbling yourself. You cant accept the fact that you are not the most skilled warrior. In fact you wont handle this. The fact that a fifty three year old man can slaughter you in every aspect of combat. So, what is it? Will you fight me?" Lothemadel asked, strectching out his arm towords the fallen angel.

" Lets fight" Ethari growled. He was still drowsy. He was almost in a daze. He went from almost committing suicide to killing a man. Ethari stumbled to the dead body. He drew his sword and muttered the words "light." His sword began to glow. He pointed it into the cave. The cave was a normal cave. There was something wrong. There was shadows moving in the cave. After he drew his sword he peered down at the dead body.

It didn't die from his sword wound. He died from slashes. More accurately claws. This man was killed by something by a vicious beast. A evil beast. He sensed evil but it wasn't from this man. He reached his will out to the cave again. There was about two evil presences. And a blooming evil presence. A baby.

Ethari shone his sword in the cave to reveal 2 adult worgs. What were worgs doing here? It must do something with the bandits. Maybe this bandit delivered these worgs here? Ethari screamed and kicked off the ground and rocketed himself at the first worg. The worg snarled and jumped on Ethari.

The worg tackled him and rolled him on the ground. He rolled around in the dirt with the worg. The worg landed on the top and lunged to rip out Ethari's throat. Ethari raised his hand in front of his face and the worg ripped out a chunk of his arm. Ethari roared and pierced the worg with her sword. As he pierced the worg, he let out so much energy that his sword burst into brilliant light. He kicked the worg off his sword and his body hit the wall of the cave.

He shouted " who's next." With that he ran towards the second worg. His sword was still gleaming with energy.

Lothemadel quickly summoned a two small moon gryphons. One quickly intercepted Etheri, the other finished off the wiggling and dying worg in the conner. "He's mine, weakling" Lothemadel ran in front of the worg. He lunged quickly forword and struck it with his staff. "If you think that was a strong light spell, then your very wrong." Lothemadel quicly muttered incantations under his breath. As Lothemadel brought his staff hard on the worgs skull, horrible cracks could be heard. The magnificent pale light schorched off the hairs on the worg. It tried to make his last moments usefull with a final lunge. But the blinding light made him lung the abosolute oppisite direction. It slumped into huddle of a lifeless mass.

"Etheri, I am sorry, but I have lost all respect for you. But can you reedem yourself? Or will you pout in your conner for the rest of your life? It's your choice. We have things to do back in the guild."

Ethari was limp again. After this fight he was still in an unconscious haze. He went in the back of the cave and picked up the small worg baby. It whimpered and began to look at him with a piercing glare. Ethari picked up the pup and walked to the entrance to the cave. It was still raining, a few drops of water his own tears. He grabbed a piece of his salted pork and fed it to the pup, and then the little worg ran into the forest. He fell to his knees and began to weep for letting the little baby canine to let go in the rain forest. The baby would be easily hunted and killed.

He picked himself up and whistled to Cataraza to come to his shoulder. She came on command, and began to try to cheer him up. She nipped at his ear and after about a thirty seconds of this Ethari picked her up and muttered “Okay, okay, I feel fine" He was beginning to feel better, his world stopped spinning, less foggy, his decisions became more clear. Ethari approached Lothemadal and said “I’m sorry for the way I acted; I'm just going through a hard time. You see, it's the eighty second year of my parent’s death. Sometimes on this day I am happy and happy to live, while on others I go through phases like this."

He went to Lothemadal and continued “I hope you can forgive me" He was very sullen at how he had acted. It was the death of his family that had triggered this whole event. If Lothemadal didn’t come, who knows what he would have done. He was grateful for his presence there, for it was he how helped him save his own life, along with the worg baby.