[X] The Feather floats on the wind, and is no less worthy a warrior for the magic it wields. Your shadow writhes, your skin turns to porcelain, you bleed black dust. You fight to be strong enough to matter, to challenge fate and the will of God. The enemy's power allows no retort, so you will bring down the sky with each wailing bolt of power that he may never reach you.
Every step forward.
Without hesitation.
Unto the end of the path.
Every step forward.
Without hesitation.
Unto the end of the path.