Two boys are sitting on a branch looking at a far away statue in the mornings glow.
"Dark look! Those little birds are flying right through the top hole!" Said anti, the little boy with green wings.
"I see them!" Said the older boy with pink wings known as dark.
"Maybe one day we will have a statue just like that!" Anti said.
"Yeah..." dark said softly. He looked down at the pond below him, a perfect reflection of him stared back up. Then, the reflection started shifting. The little world in the pond grew darker as the plants died off, and him and anti grew older. Then, his own reflection was gone, only leaving anti crying as an adult on his side of the branch, his wings glowing a dull, dead green
"Dark? Are you ok?" Young anti said, resting his hand on darks shoulder.
Dark quickly looked up, "yeah, I'm-i'm fine." He said looking away from anti. "Um, how about we explore a little?" Dark suggested.
"That sounds fun! Beat ya to the forest!" Anti called as he took off with his little wing