Kreilor places The Dagger of Undoing in his pouch, and steps through the blue swirl. He hasn't planewalked in years, and the roar of the magic tugs at his eardrums uncomfortably. He soon arrives on the other side - a hot tavern of some sort. And there stands his son, so pale, so frustrated, so vulnerable, and bloody all over.

Rabbilyn hears the magic. Looking up, there stands Kreilor. There stands his father, coming to rescue his son! The boy stares in disbelief, flung from the abyss of despair to the summit of joy. Then he throws himself into the wizard's embrace, pushing his face hard against Kreilor's chest. "Dad!! I missed you. . . I missed you so much. . ." Rabbilyn cries in relief. Finally, there is someone he finds security with, someone familiar to him, and could shield him from the shots of poisonous, prejudiced curiosity of the hive.

Kreilor holds his son closely. "I missed you too, Rabbilyn." The mighty wizard closes his eyes, savoring the moment of warmth for as long as he could before reaching into his pouch and drawing the dagger. "Rabbilyn, I want you to know that your mother and I love you very much. We want what's best for you all the time."

Rabbilyn misses those warm, consoling words. He hugs his father tighter and laughs into the wizard's robes, content and happy for the first time in an eternity. "I know, father. I love you too."

Kreilor has to control his voice very carefully so his words don't become incomprehensible with tears. "So, I hope you will understand when we make some decisions for you. . ." He raises the dagger and looks down to his bloody son. ". . . because you are our child." He mutters to himself, and to Xia, as he plunges The Dagger of Undoing into his son's back.

The well-aimed blow pierces the boy's heart in an immediate kill, and Rabbilyn crumples onto the ground, the content smile still on his face. Where is he now? Laughing with the sprites in planes of Good, no doubt. Yes, perhaps for the boy, death will be more humane than life.

Kreilor sobs, and chants to himself. . . "Oh, undo my follies, merciful dagger." The bartender screams for guards and Mercykiller bar patrons march toward the mage, ready to pummel him to the ground with their axes of justice. Before anyone could get near, though, Kreilor thrusts the dagger into his own heart, and slumps lifeless beside his dear son, beside his folly. Living is no longer an option, not without the ones he love. Perhaps in spirit, he could join Xia and Rabbilyn in an eternity of happiness denied to them in life.

Hive dwellers stare at the child and his father, mumbling among themselves to express either their political opinion or anecdotes relating to the unfortunate incident. Slowly, the crowd disperses, and memories of The Boy with Unmatching Wings dissipate to become just one of many fascinating tales that hive dwellers share with each other from time to time.