She has tried many times to repair her wings But the curse caught up with her and turned her wings into heavy, inert cargo. Tonight she has prepared everything. She has forced fate to join her in one last attempt. She sacrifices everything. Her free soul hangs by a thread. The vital energy flows bleeding her dry. The spell is said. The mixture reddens. It only remains to drink the sap and take the key. After that she does not mind being only a shadow in the night if she can feel the air under her feet again.

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