Write about falling from Grace

(Not 500 words, but I'm so far behind, I'm choosing not to care.)

Eldin’s world had ended- carried away in a flash of steam and a sickening freefall from the heavens to the cold, unyielding ground below.

     He could hear the wind rushing past the metal hull of his bird- the sound no longer a comfort, but a terrifying reminder of the fact that there was nothing up here, in the icy chill of the atmosphere, to slow or cushion their fall. But the wind was quickly shoved to the back of his mind as suddenly, all the feeling returned to his left side at once. He had never felt such agony.

A wretched scream of pain tore its way out of the boy's throat as he felt the scalding water seep through his flight suit like it was made of thin silk, rather than tough leather. The super-heated liquid instantly cauterized his flesh and caused the skin on Eldin's arm, torso, and neck to redden, bubble, and blister as he was essentially poached in the cockpit of his plane.

Somewhere, far from the forefront of his consciousness, Eldin could hear a voice calling his name. Or, he thought it was his name. He couldn't be sure; his mind was in a haze from the onslaught of pain, and the boy could barely register which way was up from where he was sitting.

He could feel his consciousness slipping- the pain was becoming so overwhelming, his mind was beginning to shut down in a last ditch effort to cope.

     I can't fade now… I'm the pilot, we'll go down… His mind flicked briefly to Gaeron, and how he would go down as well if he went under. He then thought of his parents, his classmates, how disappointed they would be when they learned of this. He thought of his sister. He hoped she would be alright, once he was gone.

The pain finally got to be too much. With one last prayer for his sister's safety cast out into the unknown, Eldin let go and faded, the pain finally ceasing as his world turned to black.