角色故事·其一
（解鎖條件：角色等級20）
「可以把翅膀慢慢打開，對…就像我們上次做的那樣，配合醫生一起深呼吸哦！」
「放鬆一點，沒問題的…嗯，翼展變寬啦，你在很努力地吃飯，對不對？」
毛茸茸的腦袋被燭光襯得暖烘烘的，女孩抱起小馬，輕輕地放在體重秤上。
「放心吧，很快你就能和其他翼獸長得一樣又高又壯的，嗯？」
戴上聽診器，女孩開始各項檢查，她觸碰到小馬肋下新的「傷口」。
「你受傷了？」
她摩挲着小馬的翅膀，小心翼翼地將棉花塞進松落的裂口，又取出針線。
「會有一點疼，但別擔心，我扎針很穩……
「你又拼命訓練了嗎？是因為有很多人和你說，你的母親，祖母，還有好多厲害的先輩，一個騰飛就能飛到天上，一個衝撞便能撞碎岩石？
「大家期待你會成為如雷霆一樣的英雄，可不管訓練多久，你好像都只能讓他們失望……
「就好像…你和他們完全不一樣……」
小馬一動不動，黑溜溜的眼珠看着窗外。
劃破天幕的雷鳴仍在遠空迴蕩，那是天空城邦的英雄與他們的翼獸掀起的風暴。
「偷偷告訴你一個秘密…我和你一樣……」
在那孤獨昏暗的病房，養病已久的女孩抱着玩偶，拿着針線，第一百次演練父親教習的醫術——
「但也許…不一樣的光芒，也有它存在的意義……」
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..."
