All That Is Evil Is Not Dark/Chapter 36

He fled through the darkness, his breath coming hard and fast; pain filled his being. He would have flown, but the injury to his wings was substantial and the caked blood matted his feathers. He had to press on, to reach the city; he knew that if he fell, all would be lost. The others would take him and all would be in vain.

He crested the hill and made the final dash. He vaulted to the city wall and, with a jump, he opened his wings wide, allowing the draft to carry him unto the castle turret. The guard drew his sword and approached rapidly.

"I come in peace," he said, and then the Brilhado, worn and weary, collapsed into silent unconsciousness.