Unknown Feather... [Dream]
[Snow... That is all that can be seen as far as the eye can see. It never seems to stop, blanketing the world in white. This world is frozen. A world made of snow, ice and sorrow... Through the veil of snow, a structure's ominous shadow is apparent against the white of the snow. When closer, the dream shows a tower...with a deep, dark pit surrounding it. There is a single window at the top of the tower and there are corpses lines along the bottom of the pit... and as the harsh wind blows, it seems to carry voices with it...]
You killed me...
Why was it twins?
A bad omen... I knew it. The twins are a bad omen!
They are only newborn and already possess magic power greater than our emperor...
Their father and mother will be led to death... EVEN THE COUNTRY WILL BE RUINED!?
[The voices grow louder and louder with each gust of wind. There is a single figure moving in the pit below...dragging corpses to the wall, piling them upon on another. He pants heavily, struggling to pull the heavy, fully grown body with his tiny child's arms. Upon further inspection, one can see...the child is thin, malnourished. His hair is long and unkempt, reaching down to the ground and then some. His eyes are hollow and empty as he tugs the corpse. He had seen so much death...and looked no older than five years old. The voice grow louder once more...]
If we kill them, there will be greater calamity...
Only if the "Twins of Misfortune" are unhappy, the country will prosper. The people will become happy.
This countries most cursed place...You twins will simply "continue to be" in there.
Take these two to the valley... They are by no means to leave that place, until this worlds destruction...
[The boy somehow drags the body to the top of the pile...and then attempts to climb the massive stone wall, his hands shaking and worn raw. Blood drips slowly from his fingers, streaks of the crimson liquid frozen and stained against the wall from so man attempts... He tries again...failing and collapsing against the pile. As the boy begins to climb... Another body falls into the pit, blood falling like a spitting rain. The boy looks to the body...and it slowly raises to it's feet, hobbling towards the boy.]
YUUI!!!
Everything...is the misfortune...you twins invited. Your birth was...the beginning of the misfortune.
[The old man begins to lift a long, ornate sword...shakily wandering towards the boy. A voice from above...shouting and screaming that name over and over again.]
YUUI! YUUI!!!!
Already... the only living people in this country...and you...and me...and it...ends here.
[The old man with the sword...lifts the blade and--]
!!!
[Thrusts the blade into his own throat. His blood spatters across the boy's face and he gurgles out a chuckle and his last words...]
...The ones...to live in this...country...are only you. Twins of misfortune...Live... Paying for that sin...
[The body collapses...and the boy brings his tiny, bloody hands to his face, clutching at the side of his head, his eyes filled with terror...fear...sorrow...pain... and unleashes it all into a bloody curdling scream.]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
YUUI!!! YUUI!!!
Is it...a sin just to be born?
YUUI!!!
As twins...all we ever did was be born together. Just...to be born!!
YUUI!!! YUUI!!!
JUST BY LIVING?! IS THAT A SIN?!
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