In the early 1900s, the nation of Aetheri came out of its long interdimensional isolation and revealed to the humans of the Symphony Archipelago that they were not alone in the multiverse. Things swiftly got ugly after that.
In the early 1990s, Aetheri's leadership changed, and in the Archipelago, a tiny broken family of half-siblings banded together in the face of the bile and hate that was boiling up between the humans and the non-humans.
In the early 2000s, that family was split apart. Hawk Press and his sister Liya Kiski both begin a long and exhaustive journey towards understanding the difference between friend and enemy--and between the family you're given, and the family you make.
The wind rose hot and smoky beneath Hawk's wings as they glided overhead the fighting, angling south against the sunset. The smoke had gotten so thick that the knotted crowd of monsters was barely visible but for the distant, shining shields that the Order soldiers still held in place. Hawk kept his eyes ahead, focusing on putting as much distance between them and the fighting as possible, but Teige--tucked in the crook of Hawk's arm--peered down at the ground.
"Hawk," he said, after a long moment, "I've been doing some hard thinking."
Hawk spared a look over his shoulder on the next downbeat, searching the sky behind them. "Yeah?" he asked, not really listening, "what--"
Quite suddenly Teige was on fire and very, very, very heavy--Hawk felt his shoulder creak and the air rush out from under his wings and his stomach plunge as Teige's sudden weight ripped him towards the ground--the fire was green and heatless and billowed blindingly around Hawk's face--
He lost his grip on Teige, all at once, and watched a ball of bright green fire go spinning down towards the earth below, slamming into the top of a police car with enough force to crush it. Hawk barely kept himself in the air, wings beating heavily; below he saw the fire burn off just a little. The black shape that appeared in the middle of it was a large bull, hooves planted in the roof of the collapsed car, back shedding rivulets of fire, eyes blazing bright white.