Story time.

Once upon a time, in a place not so far away, though perhaps a long time ago, there lived a boy. He was young, though not so young that he was care free. His life was simple, but not easy, for he lived without parents, placed by the government into a boarding school. He had few friends, and had little desire for them. Or at least, that's what he told himself. His name was Parker, though whether that was his first or last name, no one knew, or no one told him.While his life was simple, and he didn't care too much for his school mates, he was dissatisfied nonetheless with the status quo. And so, when no one was paying attention, which was often, he slipped away from the school, taking walks deep into woods that surrounded the estate.
During one of these rambles, Parker stumbled upon a place he had never seen before, a deep gorge, who's walls towered over him. The powerful river had cut through the mountain over time, and when he searched for it, he found what appeared to be a path that travelled along the wall, two stories over the river. While he didn't have the courage then, it did not take more than a few days of thinking about it before his curiousity, and restlessness, brought him back to that gorge and the foot of that path. "Where could it possibly go? It had to have been cut by someone, it's too flat," he spoke out loud to himself, if only to have the sound of his voice make him feel better.
He stood there, straining his eyes to see if perhaps the path ended within his sight, but he could clearly see it continue around a bend. He sighed, but gathered his courage and placed one foot on that path, then another, and before he knew it, he'd reached that bend. Only to see the path continue on around the next corner. He frowned, now finding himself a bit irritated. How dare the path keep going after all of that. "I'll show it.." he thought to himself, as a child might. WIth complete confidence, and perhaps arrogance, he proceeded to follow the path, until nearly an hour had past without any end in sight. Until he reached the next bend.
Finally, the path came to an end, as a grand cavern opened up before him. The river itself flowed from the cavern, and so the entire gorge came to an end here. The size of the cavern, and the darkness that loomed just inside, suddenly kindled fear and trepidation in Parker. What was he doing out here? How far had he come? He glanced up, and was distressed to find that the sky was getting dark. It would be pitch black before he even got out of the gorge. If he turned back now, he'd risk misstepping and falling to the river below, and considering he'd never learned to swim, well, he stood little chance of surviving that.
With no option left, he faced the cavern again, gulped down the lump of fear, and covered the last hundred yards to reach the mouth. Once he reached the darkness, it took only a few minutes before he could see that there was a great deal of floor to the cavern, as the river had receeded to only the lowest part. There seemed to be a few different chambers, where the river may have once run. As he moved farther into the cavern, his attention travelled up the walls of the large room, the ceilings mimicking that of a cathedral that rose probably a hundred feet into the air, or at least that's how it might seem to a boy.
As his gaze travelled over the far wall, however, he stopped in his tracks. His breath caught in his throat, and he found himself so entrhalled with what he saw that the river could have reared up and swallowed him whole, and he would not have even noticed. Seeming to protrude from the rock wall itself was a woman. He thought it was a woman, that is. When he could finally move again, he wasn't so sure, for as he drew closer, he could see wings spread open and trapped just beneathe the surface of the wall, so that the feathers themselves were outlined. She was trapped up to her elbows and knees, and some of the stone seemed to embrace her around the waist and stomach. Long, auburn hair hung loosely around her, hiding her face as her head was bowed down.