This capricious boy, hardens hearts which once he has passed through, he cannot of his own accord forsake again. He has not the skill to dispatch his arrows into the hearts of flying things. He creeps on the ground, always wounds the mortal hearts of men, and like a stone, he moves not his wings from there. Though they are the random darts of a blind archer, the arrows this boy sets in motion are inescapable. He is fiery, they say, and he fans flames in his heart.
Flame devours all.