Hello, readers. So i basically changed the draft of the story, i didn't quite like the other one. I guess it didn't was much logical. I try my best to make it work so if something buggs you, just let me know, so that i can improve my english. corrections commentaries would be appreciated if you feel like it. I'm also not versed in differenciating genres, so what i put may not be accordingly to the story, so few suggestions about that upon reading can help. Thanks!

I DON'T OWN KFP

FATE, MY ASS!

There are some things that brings a change in your life… Like a marriage, a birth, a death… Changing the point of view… All those things are mostly our choices, others don't seems to have a reason to happen, but they still happen… They come and go, like fate. Heh! Honestly, who believes in that crap? I think we can decide our own fate. At least that's what I do. I always seek magnificence. I want to make achievements like the most renowned people in the world... Neil Armstrong, Albert Einstein, Alexander the great. Unfortunately, i'm neither physically fit nor a genius. But i will make everything i can to put my name in there pages. Which is why i'm extremely irritated right now, because this absurd thing called 'fate' seems to stubbornly get in my way…

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Starting the day I finally started my third project, the construction of the biggest waterpark. Well, rather a fun center, but anyway. Problems came one after another, stalling the achievement of my dreams. Ground leveling, foundation box brake, misconception, delivery delays, etc., etc.…

Shish, all that gave me such a headache. All these made me wonder if I should stop the construction or change the place. But despite all that, I still did decide to continue. I wasn't going to let this drag me down. For now, the building was half the supposed height! Unfortunately, it doesn't end here. Nooo, life was still too good on me, so 'fate' decided to strike. Hard. Both literally and practically.

Like many other times since the building site started, I was wandering around, inspecting the good-going of the work of the builders… Then a metallic creaking sound made itself heard. Getting on the edge, i saw a beam getting lifted, one line stirred.

"What are you doing? Stop it!" I screamed, trying to alert the workers below.

However, they didn't seem to have heard me, nor noticed the state of the cables and their complaint. I turned to the countermaster i was inspecting with to make them stop, but right then, one of the rods snapped, the beam balanced dangerousely over a gas tank and crashed against some support pillars below. The building shaked, creaking and wailing. Luckily, the pillars didn't break. They were severly weaken, but fixable. Everybody who had stopped moving let out a relieved sigh. But the beam shifted slightly then dislodged itself to fall straight on the gas tank. Okay, not so lucky. So the gas tank exploded, propulsing me backwards. I painfully hit the floor,breaking some ribs, dizzy and ears rigning loudly. Gripping my head trying to muffle the sound, i didn't noticed the shift of the floor. Then it collapsed under me. I fell with lots of pieces and tools. Surprisingly, I didn't die as I reached the ground, amongst the debris. Got injured in the process, of course, but I was alive. I was relieved that I was mostly okay, but… i saw the remnants of my soon-to-be masterpiece falling on me, crushing me. Man, that was painful! I mean a lot! All my body feeled it. Then nothing. All was gone. I was not feeling anything anymore. 'Guess I'm dead, then. So why am-I not panicing? And why can I still think? There's no way my brain's still functioning after this. Right?' I questioned to myself. And i waited in a painful silence for a somewhat answer that may pop out of who knows where.

After another long moment of nothingness, i feeled a numbness. Somewhere. I don't know how it works when you die, but not long ago i feeled nothing, now i feeled tingling somewhere who might be... my fingers? Why would i feel my fingers? 'What? Still alive? How come I'm alive?' Then I gasped loudly, inhaling a massive quantity of fresh air. That's weird, because i wasn't suffocating, but right now, it's as if i was. So i tried opening my eyes, and i saw...

That I wasn't crished. I wasn't on the building site. And i didn't recognise that ceiling. I had a painted plasterwork ceiling, and this one was plain varnished wood. And the hand-work. All the room was carved and richly decorated. True, i liked expensive things, but i had nothing like that. And moreover, this ancient. Porcelain jars and other exotic potteries. I wouldn't put anything UNuseful where i live. I grumbled as i sat in the seemless very large bed, Overthinking the theories. I sighed, founding nothing worth in the jim-jam i had thought, brushing a hand in my hair. But i noticed a difference that bothered me. I wasn't feeling my usual soft and medium-lenght hair. I feeled longs strands in the middle of the short hair. I continued palping my head, thinking. 'Did someone mess with my beautiful curly hair? Hair? Those strands i feel don't feel like hair at all! They're way too straight and stiff! Then I froze when I saw my hand. I realised just now how different of how i was from now because I was under the blankets, but my hand wasn't my hand… It was a wing! I had a wing as a hand!

I jumped out off bed, slightly panicking. I tried to wipe-off the feathers off my arm, irrationnaly thinkingthey were glued there, then tugged it to rip them off, but when one did, I yelped from the sharp pain. Much like when you pull out your hair, times two. So they were real feathers. But how did It happen? It can't be the likes of magic, that never existed to begin with. And now I was looking at both my hands… or wings... God, that's so confusing! I don't even know how those feathers can bend like actual FINGERS! I looked down to look at my legs only to find out... that i had talons as feet! I was a bird! Then I saw a mirror on the wall. I rushed there ignoring the weight I was feeling on my back. Now in front of the mirror, my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The reflection I got of me wasn't me, but it did the same thing as me! I knew that, but I couldn't believe that was me at that moment. Why was I looking like that? I put my hands… err, wings on the mirror and leaned forward to examine myself. Looking by the way the reflection did the same thing, it WAS me. I looked those burning red eyes, those white feathers, this aggressive train. I looked this white peafowl that i looked like. After a moment I pulled back and I sighed. Why does that keep happening to me? Why things keep happening to me? Does that mean what i did before all this was for nothing? Then something surprised me for the third time in the day.

"Lord Shen?"

One more thing... Finally, i won't be editing the chapters regularly. Mainly because i make these when i feel like it, aaand... i confess i like to play video games, which takes most of my free time. So i just advise you not to except posts on a regular basis... hell, i've waited 6 months before continuing editing my fanfics! Anyway, i'll still write on it anyway, so.

'till next time!