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Philza was a happy man. He had a wife he loved, a set of twins he adored, his career as a hero was taking off, and he had a beautiful baby boy who looked just like his father. Well, almost just like him, anyways. Unlike his brothers, Tommy had wings, and they had just started to grow feathers. However, they were much unlike his dad's, the few that started growing, being wonderful shades of red, white, and gold compared to his father's black. Not that Phil cared much, mind you. He was just happy he'd be able to teach at least one of his kids how to fly.
Maybe he'll be able to talk to birds too, he thought, letting an excited trill out as he held up his boy, who responded with the giggles and babbling typical of an amused child Tom's age. Phil smiled as he kissed his son goodnight, cooing as he put him in his cradle before turning off the light of his nursery, the nightlight glowing dimly as he left…
Philza was a happy man…
It must have been midnight when he and Kristen woke up to the sound of breaking glass. One thought raced through his head as he sprinted down the hall… Tommy's room …
He heard his boy's cries as he knocked the door off its hinges, they were getting farther away . He dove out the window, adrenaline making him oblivious to the glass cutting his skin as his black wings unfolded, trying to follow his child's abductor. He spotted them not three seconds after he started looking. He couldn't make out much, but he could see that they were tall, masculine, had a ram's horns, and most importantly his son …
He swooped down, ready to grab the kidnapper when-
Thud
Something had caught his wings…
Of course … he should've realized there was more than just one person involved, but it was too late for him to think back on what he should have done. His limbs all tangled in the net as he tried to reach for his son's captor with his free arm.
"Tommy! Tommy!" He yelled, praying to the gods that somehow the man with horns would bring his son back home. But alas, nobody had listened to his cries as his son was taken away from him with no way to free himself…
Philza lied there, screaming for his son for a few minutes before Kristen had managed to get to him. By the time she freed him there was nothing he could do, so he fell into her arms, a tired, sad, and broken man…