A vast clearing existed within the Green Wood Forest, centred around a great site.
One of the six trees of origin, Anamos.
Anamos stood tall with its highest branches often drawing lines across the clouds and parting the large floating bodies of water.
On this day the sky was clear, but the highest branches were still beyond sight even to the 20-foot-long eagle that soared through the air with a youthful young man clutched in its talons.
Uriel hung on for dear life and breathed haggardly.
The only reason he wasn't screaming was because his voice had long lost it ability to make any sounds.
His pupils shrunk as the eagle suddenly tilted up with a mighty flap of its wings, the eagle soared ever higher, its body curled as it did an arching manoeuvre but as it came back down it didn't extend its wings.
