It had been years.

Being trapped in the Silver City is not all that heinous and even the thought "trapped" is an embellishment.

It is a place of Beautiful, Unending, Unchanging Perfect. And that is mind-numbing. I remember a quote from someone I once knew; "it is better to rule in hell than serve in heaven." It has taken an Eternity for me to realize the truth to those words. Perfection is not evil, but it is suffocating. Thats why Humans being able to choose, allowed to experience fills me with jealousy. I am unable to change my nature, existence or residence. Except for very narrow exceptions.

This Boon grants My Human My Radiant Protection when they wish to summon Me. In Return, I may experience life in the physical realm for brief moments, that are eternities of change and new experiences and happiness.

This is the thought that comes to Me in the sliver of time before being Called and Becoming.

I Become part of the Physical and take in the room, narrow and dark. Unsurprising, given how My Human, who gives Me all I could want, glimpses into Being, enjoys experiencing dangerous situations. Of course, I do not dissuade My Human from such a life, adventuring and the fearful dilemmas My Human puts himself into necessitates Me Being. So I do not complain.

This time is different. I hear an awful, visceral shrieking sound, feel a strange sensation in my throat and My eyes. But that is nothing compared to the fire in My chest. I realize I has screamed, My....My throat was raw with the effort of shrieking, tears prickling at the corner of My eyes, threatening to bleed out. I feel another sensation, another burning in my lower abdomen, and another, still I shriek. I finally remember to Unbecome....but can't, my wings burn and soon, just where my wings were burn.

I see one last thing, one last Change before passing into the Void. My Human, receiving a pouch, and walk away without looking at me