Lance's eyes saw nothing at first, then shapes and colors slowly blurred into view. He barely recognized his own ceiling. He coughed dust, the ground-up remnants of the car windshield he had fallen into. His larynx was working properly, if not hindered by the dust in it. He finally used it to call out to his brother.
"Dani...Travesty...she told me..."
Lance waited for his vision to return more, his hearing with it, along with his sense of smell. He choked on the smell of his own blood. Lance pondered his new condition. How was he to fight with wings? His ability to fly had been revoked by their fairie godmother, and replaced with the tools of the birds. For that matter, how was he even going to be able to stand with this monstrous appendages weighing him down? He closed his eyes and tried to rest, though still awake.
*Flashback*
"Where do you think he's been all this time?" Travesty asked. "He cut off all contact with you, didn't he, my son?"
Dragon sighed in defeat; he didn't have any reply to that. He refused to believe that his brother would do that to him, but he had nothing to say otherwise.
"What are you talking about?" Dragon asked, his shaky disbelief in his tone.
Travesty smiled, and got up. This time, her smile was more paternal than before, and Dragon felt secure again for the first time since his last contact with Travesty, as she placed her hands on his shoulders in a motherly gesture.
"Lance, my son, I will tell you. For a price."
*End Flashback*
Lance kept his eyes closed and murmured to Dani as best he could, which was now considerably better.
"She told me what you did, my brother..."