(SPOILERS: chaptre 148)

Feather Three: Whim

It had only been a wish. Not even a wish, something like a thought or a whim, but it was the reason that a mangled scream had been torn from his lips only moments before.

He didn't know how long they had been there in spiraling towers of brick and bars. It seemed like forever; memories of their past life were few and far between. In his dreams, he could hear the people screaming, calling them demons, but he wasn't even sure if this was really a memory or simply a statement he knew to be true about himself. He was a monster. He wasn't normal, and he was never meant to be around normal people. That was why they were there, rotting away in that dungeon but never allowed to die; the magic in both of their blood helped to sustain them.

But despite the fact that they were both locked away to keep others safe, he hated his prison from the depth of his heart. He clawed at its walls, often leaving bloody finger prints to mark his time there. All he wanted was to tear down what stood in his way, to run away and never look back.

So when the chance came for his wish to be granted, he had no second thoughts. When the voice told him that only one of them could escape, it took too long for his heart to hesitate. The power within him grasped onto his selfish impulse, creating the ideal situation for his dream to come true.

A sickening crack filled the air and he forgot how to breathe. He barely even registered that the boy from the tower was falling, his locks of golden hair fanning out behind him like the wings of angels. That sun-colored hair was now being matted with shades of crimson, the red pool now stretching and becoming larger. It was almost like it was reaching out, trying to drown him.

And he screamed.

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Ashura seemed a little startled by the child's outburst, but gave him a kind, understanding look. Every night since he had taken Fai under his care, the boy cried out in his sleep, the final step to waking from his reoccurring nightmare.

Fai was fully awake now, relief flooding his small body. Ashura's cool eyes could sooth even the most panicked of souls, but what really calmed him was the King's extraordinary magical ability. The markings that criss-crossed his back were still new, still buzzing to suppress his excess powers. Fear of hurting others with only a thought, a whim, was something he was slowly learning to suppress as well.

But he knew that he was eventually have to pay the fair price for his actions, a fulfillment of the curse. However, he couldn't think of that now. Now that he had been given this new life. Now, as the blood was still fresh on his hands.

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Oh my goodness...I think Chaptre 148 scarred me for life! (cry). Here's my attempt at filling in the missing holes of what happened, because frankly, CLAMPS short blurb on Fai's past did more to confuse me than anything else. And little Fai is scary... he's like a blonde Sadako. XO

And if you don't understand what's going on here, my best advice is to read the latest chapter. You will have a freaking heart attack.

Tell me what you think...please?