Known as the chosen one...

The day he realised it was not about the world but all about him, his wings sprouted from his shoulders. The day he understood that he was not obliged to answer to any of them who always blamed and pointed at him, he who had fire blazing in his eyes. He raised and soared towards the sky. The whole world looked at him in awe and wished if only they could be him. He was not confined to be on the ground anymore. He had the wings of fire and he left a trail everywhere he went, for others to follow. It’s better, really, to go out in a blaze. Everyone loves the ones who walk right into the fire.