Fallen are we. The beasts of the land. For they have forsaken us. Those who sore above the clouds. They clipped our wings so we may not fly. So we build wings from the fruit of the land. So we may eat those of the sky and claim what is ours. For we are children of mother Earth the keepers of the land. Teamers of fire. Conquerors of the skies. And breakers of the Sea.