On top of the world he was the true man above the crowd, a hyperborean. He praised Mitra, the Goddess of light, for it was much cooler up there, even though he was closer to the blazing flames of that giant ball. He praised Mitra for giving him the strength of life without which it would be impossible to repress the satanic forces of despair. The plains beneath the mountain. Thankful to the gods who gave him the stamina to hamper the obstacles on his way up to the summit, he vowed to rid himself of the indignation of defeat.
Words bounce off the rocks, and clash with their own echoes.
The arrow disappears into the sky. Arash bends down and falls to the ground. Admittedly, the difficult part will be to show an energy form traveling from one thing into something else. Because life springs out of Arash's body, and goes into the arrow precisely at the moment when the arrow leaves his bow. A dark cloud comes passing across the sun.