The little girl sighed and removed her foot. She bent down and raised Jigak's head. She caressed his cheeks.
"You are not to blame. You didn't steal my power. You didn't experiment on me. You didn't torture me.
"Still, I forgive you, Jigak. Let go of this guilt you carry, ease the burden on your shoulders, and soar.
"Become my champion, Jigak." The little girl kissed Jigak's forehead.
Black tears dribbled down his cheeks, and he closed his eyes in relief as a strange sensation spread through his body like a wave. For the first time in years, he could relax his shoulders. All the guilt and tension he had carried after what he did to the daughter of the Underworld and from resisting the Great Ugor as much as he could, faded like snow in the spring.
He stretched out his wings fully and let himself feel the strength the little girl gave him.
She had eased the burden he carried. She had relieved some of the Great Ugor's pressure on him.
