The souls shine proudly after a battle
The birds have a belief:
This is the only way to obtain immortal soul
There was no one who could define a sky. Beyond the Earth, every inches of it, lies the eternal horizon, the Celestial Dome upon which everyone lived under. A grand sphere without start and without end, defying the Will of Gods itself. Within the sky, within the ether circulating in it, were those who lived by the Will of the Sky. The birds who soared high beyond humans' reach. Wings which brought them into the infinity beyond.
A place where only the chosen could walk through. The Holy Garden.
Above, the Sun glared proudly. Below, the Earth mocked those who had no wings. They who could never dance and stride and tread on the endless sky. All, except one which She dared not to tell. Because the one had no wings, yet the one played in that sacred palace.
But the day was different, for that particular one was not going toward the sky; its destination was the Earth below, who proceeded to give the harshest welcome to ones who defied the Will of Gods. From the sky fell down an object, its shape concealed by the glaring sun such that no one could clearly tell what it was. Its speed caught up with the Earth's embrace, slowly but sure accelerating to insane speed.
From the pale azure toward the deep blue toward the patches of green, that one kept on plummeting down, unaware that there were others treading the Earth. Several animals, wolves apparently, their teeth still gnawing on their unlucky prey. However, that one didn't go toward their direction. Rather, it went a bit farther, crashing down on the thick foliage of trees and bushes.
Loud noises echoed in the entire valley as the impact shook the ground. Trunks fell, leaves scattered without mercy. As of the one which fell down...to guess that it had been reduced into ashes would be a correct answer. However, once more those who defied the Will of Gods proved that they could even play around with fate.
On the center of the giant crater, remnants of the once-glorious forest patch, was a brown-haired girl. She didn't open her eyes, but no signs of wound was apparent on her skin.