The rumoured island in the sky is said to be situated high above the clouds. In the depths of the Upper Yard, the sacrificial altar holds a treasure of a glowing figure. Soft pale wings wrapped around their frail figure no older than 5 years old. Bullets of tears drenched her bloodied hands as she whimpered in fear. Even the slightest movement of her wings would result in a sickening crack. "It hurts..." Her frail figure fell onto the floor with a thud. The Upper Yard fell into silence. (A/N: I haven't made a fanfic in like 29848494309 days so my writing is ahh. I'll probably make a cover in like 10 business days TvT)