角色故事·其一
（解锁条件：角色等级20）
「可以把翅膀慢慢打开，对…就像我们上次做的那样，配合医生一起深呼吸哦！」
「放松一点，没问题的…嗯，翼展变宽啦，你在很努力地吃饭，对不对？」
毛茸茸的脑袋被烛光衬得暖烘烘的，女孩抱起小马，轻轻地放在体重秤上。
「放心吧，很快你就能和其他翼兽长得一样又高又壮的，嗯？」
戴上听诊器，女孩开始各项检查，她触碰到小马肋下新的「伤口」。
「你受伤了？」
她摩挲着小马的翅膀，小心翼翼地将棉花塞进松落的裂口，又取出针线。
「会有一点疼，但别担心，我扎针很稳……
「你又拼命训练了吗？是因为有很多人和你说，你的母亲，祖母，还有好多厉害的先辈，一个腾飞就能飞到天上，一个冲撞便能撞碎岩石？
「大家期待你会成为如雷霆一样的英雄，可不管训练多久，你好像都只能让他们失望……
「就好像…你和他们完全不一样……」
小马一动不动，黑溜溜的眼珠看着窗外。
划破天幕的雷鸣仍在远空回荡，那是天空城邦的英雄与他们的翼兽掀起的风暴。
「偷偷告诉你一个秘密…我和你一样……」
在那孤独昏暗的病房，养病已久的女孩抱着玩偶，拿着针线，第一百次演练父亲教习的医术——
「但也许…不一样的光芒，也有它存在的意义……」
Character Story: Part I
• Unlocked at Character Level 20
"Slowly spread your wings... yes, just like we did last time. Breathe deeply together with the doctor, okay?"
"Relax a little. It's all fine... hmm, your wingspan has grown! You've been eating well, haven't you?"
The candlelight cast a warm glow on the fluffy little head as the girl picked up the pony and gently placed it on the scale.
"Don't worry. Soon you'll be just as tall and strong as the other winged beasts, okay?"
Putting on the stethoscope, the girl began her examination. As she touched the pony's side, she felt a new "wound" beneath its ribs.
"You're hurt?"
She gently stroked the pony's wings, carefully stuffing cotton into the loosened crack before taking out a needle and thread.
"It'll hurt a little, but don't worry, my stitches are steady..."
"You've been training too hard again, haven't you? Because so many people keep telling you about your mother, your grandmother, and all the great ancestors? How they could soar into the sky with a single leap, and how they could shatter rock with a single charge?"
"Everyone expects you to become a hero like thunder itself, but no matter how much you train, it feels like you only let them down..."
"Like you're completely different from them..."
The pony remained still, its dark, glossy eyes gazing out the window.
The thunder that tore through the sky still echoed in the distance, a storm stirred by the heroes of the sky city and their winged beasts.
"Let me tell you a secret... I'm just like you..."
In that lonely, dimly lit ward, the girl, bedridden for so long, clutched her doll and needle, practising for the hundredth time the medical techniques her father had taught her.
"But maybe... a different kind of light has its own meaning too..."
