"B-but I don't want to fight!" Davey Lee stammered out, his hands shaking with the new weapons that he had just been handed.
There was no war. There was peace. Even so, Lee couldn't shake the feeling that he would have to use these weapons sooner rather than later.

"Those wings weren't given to you for free, child of the sky. Let your arrow fly, or fall. No one will catch you."

Lee nodded, unsure of his ability to loose an arrow. He was more likely to drop it. And when the time came, he'd surely drop as well...

Thanks to synderella for the sketch! It was TWO DOLLARS, you guys. Look at how beautiful this is! Go get some art from her, right now!