Rain lashed down on the jagged cliffs of Blackmoor, a place no child should have wandered near. But Elias had nowhere else to go. The orphanage was just a roof. Love, safety, and warmth? Foreign concepts. He was the boy no one wanted—quiet, frail, always clutching a tattered book like it could protect him.
The voices came before the push.
"Hey, freak! Still pretending to be a hero?" sneered Mason, the ringleader of the group of bullies who had made Elias's life a nightmare.
Elias didn't respond. He never did.
That seemed to annoy them more.
"Maybe you'll fly like in your dumb stories. Let's test it out."
A shove. Wind. Falling. Pain. Then darkness.
The last thing he saw before the void swallowed him was Mason's twisted smile, a glint of cruel satisfaction in his eyes.