A land quite far away, a large desert. This Hero travelled here to do somthing...The sun was setting in the horizon, the sky filled with the orange-going crimson. The canyons where he stood were silent, empty, nothingness ruled throughout the small lands. Yet life did exist, at his foot an armadillo rolled by, later burrowing it's way to avoid the nocturnal predators of the land which woud soon and surely take aim at any who stood alive in the open. Yet he stood, silent and arms crossed, tucked in to his feathery body as his unbroken gaze admired the majestic descent of the mighty yellowish sphere as it bade farewell into the horizon. A gentle breeze blew through his feathers as he finally spoke: "One day."<br/><br/>The figure then began to descend from the plateau where he once stood, the wind now blowing behind him along with the sun's descent. He carefully scaled the small crevices and cracks in the ground below and he reached the other side of the rock, where he removed his gloves and tied them around his waist, revealing his mighty wings upon which he flapped as he let out a mighty cry before leaping off the rocky plinth and taking flight, soaring through the air gracefully, a numinous feeling would affect those who saw this marvel at flight. The sandy winds behind him furthermore increasing his already impressive velocity, he soon began to descend to a small cave bloked with a wooden pallet, pressumably his cave to avoid the harsh desert's cold.<br/><br/>And so he landed, two feet on the ground below, he stood and placed his gloves on once more and opened the door to this cave, closing and locking it behind him. "The coyotes won't be snacking on me tonight, nor will they ever." He said to himself, possibly to reassure himself of the situation he was in. He then turned on a gas light and the dark cave lit up, revealing a small and comfy-ish home where this creature lived. He walked down the small "hall" and came into the main part of this small cave, in which a bed was at the edge, along with what appeared to be a window, a table and some photos. This man, an eagle, sat down on his bed and looked over at a photo. "Emily...one day. I will return to Oaksland and I will return with your father..." He said to himself as he pulled over his covers and went to sleep, the sky now dark without the sun's light.