He wouldn't let them get his child. His poor son, a tier 4. They wouldn't let them rest in peace. Not until they got their hand on him. Not until they were in possession of his son.
"You won't be able to rest until we have got you!"
He ran and ran. Maybe his old friend would help him. The ravine appeared and he prepared for one last flight. They wouldn't be able to cross. His wings unfurled and braced for a jump.
"Come back! What about our other children?"
"I'm so sorry... France... He needs protection much more than them"
He leapt and flew over the ravine and into the Lost Forest. They stopped there. He and his child would be safe. He disappeared off into the forest.