[Rexan]

There at the beginning; missing at the end, a once hero thinks back.

If he had known all those years ago, coming back to find his brother 'dead', his life upturned, that he'd be witnessing the early movements of one of the most utterly gruesome, massive movements in recent Sigroganan History, Diego Gollwitzer might not have been able to bring himself to take the first step into that dreary, parasite ridden warehouse that showed him what laid underneath.

It brought the worse agony, the most abhorrent regret. The loss of his brother, the months upon years striving to get him back from death's grip. The countless foes and adversaries he'd met along the way, Grimm, The Many-a-Flavor of Parasite Hosts, Him,  There never failed to be a new terror lurking around the next corner. Going after him and his family.

But he fought, and trained, and trudged forward. For every failure; he pushed his body to it's limits and learned how he'd succeed the next time. He got help from those amazing, endearing faces he'd met over his years of simply...living his life, the utterly-insane but well-meaning family of Vampires, Zen; whom first dragged him to that damned school--a choice which would lead to him meeting some of his greatest friends, and his future wife and mother of his children. The utterly unforgettable dry wit of Warrick. The punishments he'd faced for disobeying, and the smile he wore all while showing it to his teachers.

For each and every horrid member; the Caverns of Ice, the Illusion-Parasites, the coming-of-age brawl which left him killing a man whom first set him on his path of heroics, Jokull. There were equally adoring, peaceful memories which would linger to the day he was on his deathbed.

He fought his fight, he trekked his path. But eventually, his embers grew dim. He joined the Guard. He followed the rules. He wasn't great at them, being the loose cannon he was. But he tried. He lost his own path of righteousness in favor of something different--greater even. A family, a life. An  out which so few ever got, in lifes like his own.
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That didn't stop him, though. The day came, just recently so, where he was able to fulfill the culmination of a nigh-decade of anger, of finding the man who'd thrown a wrench so thoroughly into his life that it left him waking up in cold sweats of what might come to the very day.

Yet, when he had him there. His revenge poised. He could do naught but let his grip grow firm, and his mercy be flashed. There was yet something more important, to him. The very same day his badge and keys turned into. Truly, a free man.

But it was not to fight, it was not to truly push himself to ending this debaucle of ages. He was not there, when the Throne was breached and his compatriots fought. He couldn't be.

No, the same night Cornelius fell. That the sky fell in a flurry of stars. The once prolific Gollwitzer walked the streets of Alstalsia; a merry, brisk walk. Each arm overtaken by a toddler, twins of such beautiful features. Sharing both he and his mothers in yet different ways. His hands yet firm and weathered after decades of brawling. His eyes, starting to sink faintly with the age. The faintest signs of the years starting to show on the Wyvern''s face now.

As the sky reigned, and the news spread like wildfire, the Wyvern could only pause in his walk to stare upwards at the sight. Not the mere sight of a astral phenomenon. As the stars rained, with them fell the fear and regret of so many whom had been brought to heel by the Falcon's 'reign'. In the coming days, no doubt receiving news of the status of his compatriots, the Wyvern would take a moment. Looking at his old, studded gloves with a moment of debate; it'd been so short, yet already he felt his body's need for action stirring.

Or it was, until the laughs of his children were heard. 

Diego Gollwitzer had won. He had his family, his friends, and his beloved. He had everything he ever needed. No longer did the fires of fight fill his gut on every occasion, no longer were his hands beaten ragged in his efforts to push his limits. The Wyvern...was content. He did what Jokull couldn't.

And for the first time, since the first drop of blood was spilled; he slept peacefully, hopeful of the days that would come and the joy that they'd bring, seeing his children grown. Reconvening with family long distant. He was excited, not for a fight. But for LIFE!


OOC Note: While I had a few characters involved with The Falcons, it was Diego whom truly had his character wrapped around the plotline, from high to low the development of his character was etched into the basis of that singular, supposes-to-be-brief event, and oh how it turned out. To Fern and Auggy; thank you for making the best of my early SL2 days, with this plotline and all that came of it, it made for some damn fine days.

-Your Local Loaf GM.