It's a well-known fact that in life, you only get one chance. Well, what if this fact was fiction? Would you try to correct all the mistakes you made or would you simply try another path? A world of possibilities is open before the one who gets a second chance at life.
A SECOND CHANCE
(The beta reader versus)
Prologue
My name is or better yet I should say was Joe Asakura, otherwise known as G-2, the condor. It was cold, the day of my demise, as the soft snow flakes drift down from the sky. But yet, I was warm beyond belief as I lay on the icy ground holding tightly to my last anchor to this earthly world, a single birdrang. A parting gift from (my family, my friends) the ones I valued most. They had gone off to finish what I had started: it was for them that I held on. I wanted to hear their good news about the final mission, but it wasn't meant to be as I heard the soft sounds of footsteps approaching. So I tensed up and tried with what little strength I had to see if what was heading my way was friend or foe.
It was then that a bird appeared to me. Its wing span was such that it put my namesake the condor to shame as it landed gracefully beside me. The bird upon first glance was more beautiful than a swan, but yet it looked more like a hawk. Its silent blue eyes crackled with a cold that no heat could warm and its beak looked like it could easily rip me to shreds. Its body, wings, and even its tail feathers seemed to be alive as they crackled and burned violently as the snow hits it and evaporate. Looking at that made me think of our ship the God Phoenix when it was in firebird mode. Its color was different from that of the ship during that stage, and it was something about this that made me feel a sensation of doom. Then he appeared… Katse. Directly behind the bird, he stumbled and limped in what little were left of his burnt and tatter clothing. I never question his appearance as I mustered all the strength I had left in one desperate last attempt for revenge. I threw the birdrang at my most hated enemy. The bird then left my side and in an instant flew between the deadly weapon and the even more deadly man. The blade hits home in the bird's chest as it screeches once and collapsed upon the snow.
"Damn bird," I spat out as my vision dim and the world crumbles away from me.
For me this single sad moment was both the end and yet the beginning of my life.
(Author note) I would like to say that I don't own these characters, but Starblazer (the bird) is mine. I would also want to thank my beta-reader Dei. Please remember to read and review.