If I owned either of these series, (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles and His Dark materials) I would die of happiness. Since I am not dead, I guess that means I don't own them…This is my first fanfic ever, so…yeah…let the prologue thingy commence!!
Laughing and screaming, the two children were playing a sort of hide and seek among the many and large roofs of Jordan College, as they had many times before. But at one point the games ceased, because something had caught the eye of one of the children, and soon the other had come to see what the first had found that made him abandon their game as he did. He had found something there that interested them both much more than their running around. Oh, they had found interesting treasures up there before, but this one was particularly good. It wasn't just how pretty the object was to the eye, there was something more. The air around it seemed to shimmer with a strange power. Just the feel of that moment of discovery, that this was something out of the ordinary. "What do you suppose it is?" the boy whispered, awed. "It's a feather, dummy." The magical moment ended.
The boy scowled. "I knew that! What I meant was…I don't know what I meant." "It is the weirdest feather I've ever seen. Certainly didn't come from any bird around here." said the girl, frowning in confusion down at the feather. She picked it up, and then "Here" she said, thrusting it out to the boy, just as a pigeon flapped down to land on his shoulder. "What do you mean?" A raccoon wound its way around the girl's legs. She replied, "Stick it on her" gesturing to the bird. The boy took the feather from the girl's outstretched fingers and gingerly tucked it among the feathers on the creature's tail. Both children smiled and laughed at the comical sight as the pigeon wiggled its tail, showing off its new plumage. "She's the prettiest pigeon in all of Oxford!" the girl laughed, before dashing away, the find already forgotten in the face of a game of tag. "Catch me if you can!" "Wait for me!" As the boy ran off after his friend, the pigeon took to the air, wheeling in a circle once before dropping to the ground as a cat and chasing after her boy.
The feather disappeared as surely as her beak and wings. But for some strange reason after that, whenever Roger's daemon took the form of a bird, the feather was there, as snug and tight and attached in place as any of the other feathers.
Tada!! It's short, i know, but review please anyway!! I'll add something more later...