I suck at introductions to stories. I promise that it gets better-and if it doesn't, please notify me! I do not own Tsubasa.

Snow swirled around me in giant clumps the size of my hand. But, it was important to know that my hands were small in my youth, and thin due to my previous life of no food or water. I shivered as I recalled that time, such a short while ago.

Fai.

Fai was my twin brother, the only person who could understand and love me. But he was dead. He died from falling off his apparently-inescapable tower.

I clenched my tiny fists. One day, I swore to myself with a tightening of my jaw. I'll give you back your life and your name one day, Fai. For now, I will use your name to mask our past. No one will know the pain we went through.

In the howl of the wind, I jolted at the sound of a cloak flapping. I turned, sensing the magic of the man who saved me.

As expected, King Ashura stood at the door of the room he had given me. It wasn't much—just had plain blue wallpaper and a white rug, and a bed and drawer for clothes. He'd promised to get me more furnishings as I got older.

The King had a peaceful eye about him. He always had this look, but it seemed to have doubled in the time he had gone.

"I have given your brother your hair, Fai," he told me, completing the task I had asked of him. I nodded, feeling my shortened blond hair bob as I moved.

"Thank you, Ashura-O," I murmured, stepping away from the balcony and into the warmth of the castle. The king knelt before me.

He grasped my shoulders. "Now you can begin anew," he answered encouragingly. "Starting with learning some magic, ne?" He gave my shoulders a squeeze and stood. King Ashura held out his hand for me, which I took without much happiness. My face remained cold.

"Yes, Ashura-O."

Ashura smiled sadly at my lack of warmth. He was the only one who knew of my troubled times.

"Let's get started then."

And the king, as calm and untroubled as ever, proceeded to walk me out my cozy little room, and led me to the heart of the castle, where years of magic-learning and training would take place for me. Where I would become a strong wizard for my brother, Fai.

If I knew pain, then I was prepared for whatever was to come in the near future. I squared my thin shoulders and walked beside King Ashura with attempted dignity. I know pain, I told myself.

Nothing would sway me.