Tailweaver's
Escaflowne:
Wings of Sorrow
...fly with me...

Hitomi Kanzaki of the Mystic Moon dreams of another chance to return to Gaea. In days filled with loneliness, her life seems shallow, hopeless, and without meaning. Then, one day, a cry for help echoes through her soul, and the column of light envelops her, granting the one wish she has held for so very long...

Van Slanzar de Fanel was the sole surviving heir to the throne of Fanelia. But now, his kingdom is stripped from him and divided among hungry neighboring nations. The Draconian is exposed to all, the bearer of cursed demon's blood, his wings irreparably sealed. His doom is imminent until the pillar of light carries his destiny away...

Van is beset on two sides, by enemies and by those he once called friends. He and Hitomi flee death in two worlds, barely ahead of their pursuers, seeking the true enemy that lurks behind them all. To save Van from the terrible curse, Hitomi and her companions must embark on a journey to the farthest reaches of the world. Unlikely allies, unwilling friends, they must fight side by side to save their world from a destroyer more ancient than Atlantis itself.

She of the Mystic Eyes

The feline Beastwoman

Asturia's finest Knight

The strongest Dragonslayer

The last Dragon Prince

Van Fanel's wings are his greatest power and most terrible curse. His blood, the blood of a fierce and ancient race, brings forth a prophecy of doom and redemption that will either free Gaea or destroy it. An ancient evil manipulates the course of their destiny. The Dragons of centuries past are stirring.

Heavy on Van's shoulders are the wings of sorrow...

Angel

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance,
For a break that would make it okay.
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough,
And it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release;
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight.

In the arms of an angel,
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel;
May you find some comfort there.

So tired of the straight line,
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back.
And the storm keeps on twisting,
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack.
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time.
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness,
Oh, this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees.

In the arms of an angel,
Fly away from here.
From this dark, cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel;
May you find some comfort there.

You're in the arms of the angel;
May you find some comfort here.

--Sarah Mclachlan, "Angel"

On to Wings of Hope

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