"Marco!"
He heard hundreds of yells and shouts as he fell—his last vision was the sniper carrying that rifle that shot the seastone bullet and the traitor next to him howling with crazed laughter. Then, the wild waves crashed on top of him, sending him away from his home—far far away…
"MARCO!"
But he was too tired.
Eyes awoke to see the grubby hands of those fatass nobles in their astromical space suits. Those greedy eyes filled with sin behind the steel birdcage… and he mentally groaned, feeling tired, weak, and helpless. A feeling that he never felt before.
…
A soft hum drifted through the large halls of the mega-mansion as a teenage girl looked around the area. Her instinct had somehow brought her here and not like she cared. As long as the nobles didn't see her, then she didn't see the harm.
She felt like something interesting was going to happen… and how right she was, when she peeked into an open door and saw a light blue bird with beautiful long feathers…
Though he drooped from sadness and homesickness and countless of other emotions.
She grinned, swiftly placing her white coat on top of the cage and carrying the cage out, ignoring the slight chirp of shock from the sudden movement.
A soft hum once again drifted through the large halls.