Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrifice ❯ Hanging on to An Illusion ( Chapter 60 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: MellyN

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Sacrifice

Chapter 60: Hanging on to An Illusion

By: Melissa Norvell

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'So, this is Fife's father. He's so regal. They both have the same calm look in their eyes.' Keiji saw the king of Sumeria walk towards them. His stride was slow and regal, as any king should. The boy had noticed that the father and son had many similarities about them, their aura, the emotion in their eyes and the same calm and kind demeanor.

"Fife..." Vasca spoke in an endearing voice as he gazed at his son with kind eyes. Fife went to bow but was promptly stopped by the placement of Vasca's hands on his shoulders. The navy-haired boy gazed up at the king in confusion. It was very rude not to bow before royalty, so why was he trying to stop him from paying respect? "What are you doing? You don't have to bow to me. You are royalty."

"I wish you'd stop saying that. I'm only a human." Even his own father tried to humor him. There was an instance in which this charade had to stop and that instance would be now, if Fife had anything to do with it. He was tired of being seen as something that he clearly was not.

Vasca looked taken aback by his statement and blinked a few times, as if he were trying to comprehend why the boy would even utter those words.

"I know that I'm just your bait so you can stop lying to me," the prince told him in defeat as he finished up what he had to say.

His father's face saddened to know that he thought in those memories.

"I say, what is this bait thing all about?" Bass glanced to the king. This was also the first time he'd heard anything about being bait. If anyone had an explanation of this, it was Vasca.

Shizume silently looked to him as well. She knew what he was hiding and now all of the pressure would be put on his shoulders once again.

"You seem like you know, King Vasca," Treble stood to the side of him with his arms crossed as he too, glanced in the king's direction.

"I do know," Vasca closed his eyes.

"I'm confused. What's going on? What's wrong with me?" Fife wildly glanced around at everyone. Why did it seem as if they all knew something that he didn't? Why did it seem as if he was the only one who truly seemed not to know anything about himself? He felt troubled and so very lost.

"That's what we'd like to know," Zuri spoke up from the left side of the spacious room.

"So, inform us already," Mikunai folded his hands and looked eagerly at the king. He couldn't hold everyone in suspense forever and Mikunai was not the type to leave things drawn out.

"So, you guys really don't know?" Ko glanced to the harpy, dog-men and fellow vampires with confusion. She had thought that they were simply acting as if they didn't know. She had no idea that they actually hadn't known. They were just as confused as she was in reality.

"No, did you think we were playing dumb?" Zuri looked back to the white-haired girl.

"Sort of."

"You are a vampire, Fife," Vasca told him gently as he looked into his rightful son's widening eyes.

"What?" Chichiri exclaimed. Fife seemed perfectly human! How in the hell could he be a vampire? He didn't have fangs like Hiroshima or the other vampires at all!

"It's true. He was rightfully born to King Vasca," Treble too, knew the secrets that Vasca had been hiding. It was one of the main disputes between Fife and his royal court. Bass had been confused at the fact that he appeared human and even told him that he was human. Treble was glad to see the truth come out.

"That's why we were so terribly confused," Bass was glad that things were cleared up, or at least that fact was. There were still other things that hung in the air above them.

"So that's it..." Keiji glanced to the prince. "But why are you still human?"

"It's a long story," Vasca explained.

"I think he should know," Hiroshima spoke up.

"Hiroshima, it's been a long time," the king approached the other male. He proceeded to stare at him in a thoughtful manner. "I think you're Hiroshima."

"What do you mean, I think?" The stubborn angel was a little insulted that Vasca didn't exactly recognize him.

"Of course, I'd recognize that attitude anywhere. You do stick out," Vasca looked him up and down. "Well, now more than ever. You look more distinguished and I never knew you were an angel." It had been many years ago and the last he had seen him, Hiroshima was only eighteen and he didn't have extra appendages or fangs.

"Yeah, I found that out after I met you," Hiroshima replied.

"You mean you didn't know that you were an angel?" Ko thought that it would be obvious to find something out like that. Wouldn't the wings give it away?

"I was raised by humans who cut off my wings at birth. I believed that I was a human for a long time," the legend had only found out that he was an angel at the end of his eighteenth year, so he had not fully been an angel but four years.

"How did things go with Princess Teruna?" Vasca got off-subject. He was so happy to see an old friend again that he had forgotten about the true subject at hand. Hiroshima told him that it was awful and the black-haired king leveled him with a sympathetic look as he placed an ivory hand on his shoulder. "That's too bad. You all seemed so diligent about protecting her."

"Well, until she betrayed us, that is," Tsurugi replied in a low tone. Those were painful memories, even for him.

"You guys really are the legendary heroes who defeated Princess Teruna," Azmy had always been a little suspicious but she had been proven wrong now. The sheer fact that Vasca knew them as the same people that her mother did was proof in itself. Truly, she was standing in the presence of more than one legend. Both Tsurugi and Hiroshima had done a lot of great things for her mother and she was happy to have them along with her on her own journeys. It was as if she was living in a piece of history.

"Yes, we are. Why do you ask?" Hiroshima wondered aloud as he looked to the girl. When he thought about it, she seemed very familiar.

"That sword...It is the Crimson," Azmy looked to the angel's back, where his prized blade was strapped. It truly was the blade of legend that her mother spoke of long ago.

"Yes, I'm the assassin who wielded it," the angel educated.

"My mother wants to say hello and ask you how you all have been," the slate-haired girl smiled. Miyaka had always told her that if she met anyone that had been in her group to deliver that message and Azmy was happy to oblige.

"Mother?" Vasca blinked.

"Was your mother one of the legendary heroes?" Ko couldn't believe that she might be standing next to a descendant of Miyaka the Legendary.

"You're Miyaka's daughter?" The legend exclaimed. He could hardly believe that the spunky girl that he had once travelled with had a child, nonetheless one as old as Azmy. When he thought about it, it seemed logical. Miyaka did leave his group earlier then what they had separated. She wanted to stay back in her village. She must have had someone that she loved there.

"Yes, I am," the girl beamed.

"So, Miyaka's married now," Hiroshima let a crooked smile out. Well, he'd be damned on this one.

"Maybe, after we finish Vasca's tasks we can all go to her and have a little talk," Tsurugi pointed a finger into the air and smiled. Getting back together with his old friend to do some reminiscing sounded like a wonderful idea.

"Right, tell your son the truth. He deserves to know," Hiroshima looked back at Vasca as Tsurugi reminded the both of them of what the topic at hand truly was. Fife needed to know about his true heritage and there was no one better than his own father to tell him.

Vasca looked to his son. He really couldn't hold it off any longer. He just hoped that Fife wasn't too upset with him for doing what he had done. "You are my blood-born son. You don't look like me, however," he explained.

"Baratone said something about Amante. Who is she?" Fife had a feeling that the woman might have something to do with him, even Baratone had asked him earlier why he resembled her, or at least that's what he speculated.

"Your mother."

"Where is she?" Ko asked.

"She died when Fife was seven," Vasca replied ruefully as he glanced down, the pain in his heart was evident and had not faded, despite so many years of knowing that his wife was dead.

"Why don't I remember any of this?" Fife asked a little torn on just about everything. It was his moment of weakness. For once, he was truly afraid and unaware of what was going on. He had always been on top of his game, right up to finding out about Hiroshima in the temple at Hikari Country but now, he was the one who had been a fool and he was helpless to defend himself.

"Because the memories you have are not your own," Vasca informed him as gently as he possibly could.

"What?" Keiji was flabbergasted by the revelation. He had been walking around with someone who had practically been leading a lie with no conscience of it at all, no matter what he tried to hide. In many ways, he felt sorry for Fife.

"I say, that is a bit shocking but I suppose that would explain our befuddlement," Bass wasn't sure what else he could say in a situation like this. He wanted to console his prince but he wasn't quite sure how.

"Who's memories does he have?" Zuri was sure that everyone surely wondered the same thing.

"First, tell me why I was given these memories," the prince asked. Why would there be a need to alter his memories, much less give him the memories of another.

"It was a time of great war between the vampires and the Catholics," Vasca explained as visions of the past flooded his senses of the old days of war between Sumeria and Baklava. "You were a small child then and Amante had already passed away. You looked so much like her." The king's voice then became nostalgic as he became immersed in the events of the past.

Vasca sat in an old, wooden chair and a young boy laid on his lap, stretched up to his chest with his arms around his torso. The child, though male, seemed of an indefinite gender. Long, navy hair tumbled in an unbelievable length to the floor and at that age, his slender, shapeless body held no undeniable truth of being male or female.

The child looked to him with large, round, bright eyes and asked when the war would be over.

"Sumeria is the land of eternal war. It is never happy here," Vasca couldn't lie to his son. No matter what happened, the peace war far from attainable in his life time and very well in his son's as well. He couldn't lie to Fife, no matter how much he wanted to give the boy hope.

"Never?" The young boy asked in a purely innocent voice.

"Well, we have our moments of peace, but usually we are at war with Baklava," his father explained as he glanced out of a nearby window and stared into the abyss of grey clouds that constantly hung over the war-ridden country.

"What is Back Lava?" Fife had never heard of such a thing.

"Not Back Lava, Baklava. They are a village next to ours and they hate us," Vasca explained a little sadly.

"Why?"

"They think that we're evil and we oppose their religion. We are not creatures of God, therefore we should be punished."

"God? I read in a text book once that God created everything, and he created evil things too. Why? Didn't God create us too?" The boy tried to come to his own conclusion about one of the many myths and mysteries regarding the vampire race.

"Yes, he did," Vasca's features were softened by the questioning of his son. He didn't want Fife to hate God, for he believed that very theory. Vampires might not be considered the holiest of beings by any standard but he believed that even vampires were created by God and that they had just as equal place and purpose in humanity as anything else.

"Then why does he hate us?" It was the question that Vasca didn't want to hear. These were not the visions that he tried to instill into his son.

"I don't think God hates us. I think that people hate us. You see, we often fear what we do not understand. Vampires are quite controversial but quite a few of us do have our own religion," the king opened his mouth to further explain but his words were cut short by an ear-piercing scream. He quickly turned his head, his long, straight hair hitting his cheek as he whipped his head in the direction of the sound.

"What's that?" Fife asked in a frightened voice and clang to his father's robes for protection.

"This is bad," the black-haired vampire's voice was dead serious as his features turned to stoic ones. He picked up his son quickly and turned to run for the doorway as quickly as he could. If someone had just gotten killed then that means that they had infiltrated the castle and their lives were in danger.

As he reached a few feet from the door, swords appeared by magic in the air and rained down upon the two of them, knocking Fife out of his hands and nearly hitting the helpless boy. His father soon ran to his aid and hugged him.

"Thank goodness you're alright," Vasca didn't care what happened to him, as long as Fife was safe.

"Is it another war?" The long-haired boy looked worried.

"I'm afraid so. We've got to run," the vampire king took his son's hand as they ran out of the doorway and into the hall. They passed by several doors on their way but refused to look in any of them. Vasca dreaded what he might find on the other side. His only concern was getting his child out of harm's way and staying out of the way of any offending human guards.

Suddenly, an explosion took place beside of them. The blast was loud and it threw the both of them back with such force that it knocked Fife away from him again. Vasca called out to his son and he answered weakly before his conscious gave way and he collapsed onto the stone floor, unconscious.

Vasca tried desperately to get to his son but he was cut off by a Catholic soldier.

"Die, Prince of Darkness!" The man tried to stab the vampire before him.

Thinking quickly, the king wrote out a spell in neon blue magic with his finger, using the same Celtic symbols as Fife had many times before. 'I hope that this spell reached him in time.'

"Paralysis!" Vasca held out his opened hand straight in front of him as the magic streamed towards its target. The soldier was not so easily fooled by the king's trickery. He had dodged and gotten in closer. The guard had attempted to slide the king in half but Vasca quickly dodged and managed to reach his son's form. When he had gotten closer, he noticed that the boy had a head injury and he was bleeding from the side of his head. Vasca gathered up the boy his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Fife, I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you in time. We've got to get out of here," the king ran down the hall as he protectively held his child to his bosom.

They ran down the hall before they finally got to an empty, underground room.

"I've got to get you out of here," Vasca said in a dire tone as he shut the door behind the both of them and laid his son on the ground. "They know about you and they are trying to assassinate you. It isn't safe here." He began to write out another spell with his index finger. "It's time to go, Fife. Be free of this forsaken life and walk among the humans," he frowned in sorrow as gentle gusts filled the room and his son's body levitated before him. He could no longer let his son be in such danger. No matter how hard it was for him and how empty it would be without Fife around, sending him to live as a human would be far better than subjecting him to any punishment that Baklava would give him if he had gotten caught by their armies. He hoped that one day, his son would return to Sumeria to see him. "Heal these wounds and change this body into that of a human." Vasca commanded as the boy's body began to glow a powdery blue.

'Perhaps this way, he'll be safe.' The king continued. "This spell is a binding contract, not to be broken unless I allow it. Grant him the memories of my most faithful servant merged with his own so that the truth may be obscure. May he find peace in this life, though it will be a lie," the last sentence was low and rueful in tone.

"Now go!" Vasca threw out his arms as the winds picked up speed and snake-like projections of blue magic swirled around the boy's body, consuming it and disappearing as the king fell to his knees. It had nearly taken all of his powers to send his son away. "It's done."

Just then, the doors were burst down by five Catholic soldiers. Vasca turned around wildly to see the men before him, armed with many weapons.

"Tell us where he is!" One of the men commanded as the vampire sat there, motionless and silent.

"Be gone!" Vasca shouted in a valiant effort to fend them off as he wrote out a spell and swung his arm around, his torso pivoting as he did so. The large band of magic quickly expanded as it flung all of them back. This left the king with very little power. He felt very drained and quite helpless. 'I shall stay here and wait until the day that he returns to me...I just hope that I can hold out that long...'

"After that, I sent him to live with one of my trusted servants who lived on the outskirts of Sumeria and Baklava," the king explained as the visions of the past soon left his mind, relieving him of the grief that he had felt.

"Who happened to you?" Fife asked. After all, his father was left behind and weakened by his own spells, not to mention that he was up against five of the Baklava soldiers. Something had to have happened to him that was substantial.

"I've been through a lot, my son," Vasca turned away in shame. How could he tell his son that he was tortured and nearly killed by those men. It would do him no good to bear his old scars. He didn't want to see the prince worried for him, he had more important tasks to accomplish with his new team mates and he hoped that the child didn't question him any further.

"Is there any way that you can show me what happened to Angeline and I?" Out of respect, he didn't question further. Fife had his own ideas of what must have happened and if he was correct, then he didn't want to re-open something so fragile and possibly break it.

If he didn't have his own memories, then he at least wanted to know the truth of what happened to Angeline. He may not have even actually killed the woman.

Vasca nodded and told his son to come to him. The boy obliged and slowly walked over to his father, who then instructed him to close his eyes as he placed his palm on his forehead. The king told him that he would soon be able to see that visions of the past that resided within his own mind and through telepathy, he would show the young prince the true events of the past, as well as explain them to those who could not see the visions on his team, to fill them in on what he was showing Fife.

"You lived with her many years before she died. My faithful servant's name was Angeline."

'Angeline?'

"These are your memories," Vasca's voice soon faded off as the dark abyss in his mind soon brought to life vividly accurate visions of the true events of history. It was like he was watching himself on television.

"Why can't I go home?" A young boy asked in a defiant voice. He was tired of staying with the mint-haired girl and he wanted to see his father.

"It's not safe for you there. Besides, I love King Vasca so I'm going to keep you safe," the sly girl placed her hands on her hips and looked down at the young boy.

"You're a human. He'd never love you...and I won't call you mother!" There was no true mother but his own, and just because she was dead gave Angeline no right to try and move in on his father. Throughout his course of existence, he knew that Vasca would never bow before Angeline and kiss her hand. He was not that type of person, nor did he like her type.

Amante was nothing like her.

Fife then felt that harsh contact of a hand against his cheek as Angeline smacked him so hard that he fell to the floor, followed by his cascading navy locks.

"Listen here, while I'm taking care of you, you'll listen to me, you insolent child," Angeline's usually pretty features were twisted into a scowl as she clenched her fists beside of her brown weater vest and olive colored fuku. "...and before you want to call someone a human, look at yourself."

The mint-haired girl pointed to a tall; stand up mirror nearby as the child glanced into it. He studied himself carefully before he looked a little freaked out by his own reflection.

"Where are my fangs? What did you do?" Fife was worried. Something wasn't right! Why wasn't he a vampire? He had been raised by vampires, so wasn't he one as well? That's what he thought at least but now, he wasn't so sure of anything anymore. Had he been lied to?

"I didn't do anything. Your father did this to you. He clearly doesn't love you anymore. He turned you into the very thing that he feeds off of. You'll be no more than bait to him by the time you return." Angeline nearly laughed. She had broken the boy down now by making him doubt his father's love for him. Any small victory was enough for her. Soon he would be out of her life and she could make her move in on Vasca.

"Your human too," Fife still decided to be defiant. He didn't want to let the mean girl know that she had won over his frail, child-like heart that believed that a parent's love was everlasting and that his life would not change, even if Amante was gone.

"Not for long, I plan on being bitten by one of the infected Catholics and harnessing my powers. I'll just tell King Vasca that I tried to protect you and you died. Then I can comfort him and gain the crown through his love." Angeline smirked to herself pridefully. She had the perfect, flawless plan and a little boy like Fife would be used as a sacrifice for her proclaimed love of Vasca. She would kill two birds with one stone and be free of anything that would destroy her relationship with the king.

"You don't love him, you just want his position."

"Shut up before I hit you twice as hard," Angeline threatened.

"You're supposed to protect me," the long-haired boy was bashed in the back of the head with the stand-up mirror. His blue eyes widened as he saw pieces of shattered glass around him and realized what the girl had done.

Soon after, everything faded to black.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he came to, he was laying in a bed of hay. The stems of the dried grass tickled his skin as his eyes came into focus and he looked around at his surroundings. It was a cell. It had bars over the two windows that the room had in it. The floor was cold and made of sheer stone with no rugs to cover it. There was a terrible draft from the cold air in Sumeria and there was only one tattered and holy cover to sleep with at night.

The boy then saw Angeline at the door.

"When you obey me, you can come out," the girl slammed the door shut, locking him in the cold room, without food or water.

"I'll never obey you," Fife declared.

"Have it your way. Die in here for all I care," Angeline glanced through the steel bars of the only door that led to freedom.

"I want to go home...Why?" Fife began to cry. 'Why did you abandon me, father?'

"You stayed there for most of your childhood after that. About three years you lived in a cell, eventually she managed to brainwash you into thinking that you were a slave because you were young and impressionable. One day, however, you developed a plan to break free," Vasca explained.

Three years had passed and with little food and water, the boy looked like a living skeleton. His hair was long and dingy and his drab, tan shirt was dirty, holy and grungy. He hadn't remembered the last time he had bathed and was so hungry that he resorted to eating the bugs that happened to get into the cell. The years had not been kind to him, and with malnutrition came illness.

He wheezed and coughed and his breath was broken, as if he had fluid build-up in his lungs.

'I have to get out of here. I'll die if I don't.' His thoughts were broken and delirious. 'I am already very sick. I have pneumonia and a steady cough. It's hard to breathe because I have so much fluid in my lungs...but, how do I escape?' He thought as he peered between the bars of the window and looked over the barren land of Sumeria. 'How do I escape?'

"I want to be loved by someone...I know if I kill father's most trusted servant that he loves very deeply...But, I'll die id I don't father...I love you so very much but I can't return to Sumeria...After I have backstabbed you like this. It's a good thing that I know magic because it's how I'll kill her," he wrapped his hands around the bars and looked stoically out of the window.

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Angeline sat in a chair, holding a cup of hot tea and staring at a flower, perched on the wooden table a few feet away from her. She took a sip of tea and pondered to herself. 'I'll kill him tonight. He's already dying from pneumonia. Why not just help it along a little.' The woman's smirk widened as she uncrossed her legs and walked over to the wall, pulling a sword out of it's sheath and held it to her face.

A few moments later, the girl decided to act on her plan. She walked down to the cold cell and opened the door. When she looked around, she saw that no one seemed to be in the room. That was a disappointment. Just as she was about to fulfill her plans he went and disappeared! Nothing seemed wrong with the room, however and no signs of a break out were present.

"Fife, Fife!" Angeline called out sharply as she took a couple of steps forward and glanced around. Surely the child was in the room somewhere. "Where the hell is that brat?"

"Right here," Fife stepped out from behind a wall. It was now or never.

"Impertinent child! Come when you're called!" Angeline scolded.

The boy simply smiled weakly in response. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," his tone was unrealistically happy and calm, despite his hatred for the woman before him.

"Do what? This!" The mint-haired captor smacked him again, sending his form crashing to the ground on his side; the boy slowly sat up and looked over his shoulder, just in time to see the girl jump up with the sword in her hand, telling him that he would die that night. His long, untamed bangs shaded his eyes as he frowned.

"I will soon be the queen of Su-" Angeline began to brag, but her words were cut short as her eyes widened. She could feel a faint pain between her shoulder blades before everything seemed to go numb soon after. A sword was between her breasts, it came from behind her and materialized in the air before it pierced her heart and killed her directly.

As her body fell over dead, Fife took his hand from the floor where a lime green symbol had faded. He had drawn the symbol as Angeline brought her sword down and summoned his own Demonic Sword to protect himself from her.

"Sorry father, but I..." Suddenly, he felt a splitting pain in his head and held his forehead as he thrashed around and screamed. Fife threw his head back as a light emitted from his forehead, where a symbol had been placed- the sign of a curse.

Then, he could faintly hear the voice of his father.

'Merge his thoughts with another's in order to prevent his discovery by outside forces.'

Green, smog-like streams flowed from Angeline's body to his own as he absorbed the memories of the dead. As soon as the process was done, his body glowed in a ghostly green light as he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Vasca took his hand from his son's forehead as his thoughts faded and his explanation to the group had ended. The truth had come out and his real memories would soon be restored to him. The end of Fife's illusion was to come.

"That's what happened..." He could hear the man's voice fade in as he opened his eyes.

"What about the guards from Baklava?" Fife asked. Had his life as a prostitute also been a lie? If so, then he had given up precious pieces of his body for nothing...A part of him prayed that it all of his sacrifices had at least been for something. He had already felt like a fool and his facade had been completely shattered. He was scurrying for anything to hold on to but he was running scarce. Panic soon had taken over and he felt very exposed to everyone around him.

"They did invade the house that you and Angeline resided in but then..." The blue-eyed prince saw his father's hand touch his forehead again before he drifted off into the past once more.

Fife was backed up to a wall as seven or so guards surrounded him. The house had been in dissarry due to the invasion and the guards were face with two decisions- take him prisoner or kill him where he stood. He had managed to hide but now he couldn't run any longer.

"I wouldn't come any closer if I were you," Fife told them calmly.

"What a joke!" One of the burly, arrogant guards laughed. "What are you going to do to us?"

"Let's teach this kid some manners," another guard taunted with a hand on his hip.

"Yeah! Get him!" On that note, all of the guards charged in to kill the boy. As they crowded in to strike, they noticed that the boy was all-too tranquil for the situation. Any child of his pre-teen age would have been very frightened and tried to run, and yet this boy did not.

Then, they all exploded and their blood rained down on the prince below.

"I told you not to do that," the boy smiled, covered in blood. "So now you're dead."

Fife then looked to the dead girl's body, which laid a few feet from him. "I cannot go back to Sumeria...My father would hate me, surely. I must leave this place...This place so full of memories..."

"So, you killed Angeline?" He heard Ko ask as he re-opened his eyes and looked to her in vague question. He was still a little out of it from the visions but he was beginning to come around.

"...and, she wasn't your sister, she was your servant?" Chichiri was seriously confused. It was very hard to take in so much information at once. It was also hard to comprehend due to the fact that it was so completely different from anything Fife had told the group when they were at the house that had been destroyed by the Baklava army.

Even Fife couldn't believe it. His eyes were wide with realization and he stood, shocked to the point of silence as he stared off into space, perplexed.

"Dude, are you okay? Did your brain die or get overloaded or something?" Chichiri asked.

Then, his body began to glow in a strange, sea foam green color as grassy-green streams of snake-like smog swirled around his form. A symbol soon appeared on his forehead, as if it has bled through his skin. It then glowed the brightest that it had since it had appeared before it shattered like glass.

Zangetsu let out a small scream of surprise as he covered his face with his wing out of human instinct.

"What's going on? What's happening here?" Ko asked, confused. What was happening to Fife? Was this a part of the spell that had been placed on him by Vasca, if so, what lay ahead for all of them...?

Especially Fife...

To Be Continued...