Uhm...hello there everyone. Thank you for choosing this story. This is my first fic in English and I'm really nervous, since it's not my language...I'll warn you that I won't be able to update regularly from now on, but I still hope you will read it...I would have loved to write a longer prologue but like that it would have turned into a chapter...
Beta: Corpiew R. 82 (love you dear. Thank you for helping me to pick a title)
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. Eichiro Oda does. If I did, now Ace would be alive.
Prologue
There was an old tale he was told once. A tale old people loved to tell. The tale Makino told him a long time ago. One of people with beautiful wings on their back. These people she said sweetly, have the most freedom in the world. He remembered how Luffy had laughed his little laugh, telling her that the man with most freedom in the world was the Pirate King.
Ace opened his eyes and looked outside. Trees spread all around him, enveloping him in all shades of green. It reminded him a little of his home island.
From the corner of his eyes he could see a little sparrow land close him and watch him with curiosity. A shaky breath came from Ace's lips as he reached out a hand towards the bird that, of course, flew away, leaving Ace alone. He retired his hand and rested it on the feather filled floor. They were a soft orange, with a tiny hint of red and yellow, and were really soft. And warm, so warm. However, even if beautiful, he hated them. He hated them with all his might, he hated them with a burning passion that was only matched by the hate he felt for his father. It was just logical; one was connected to the other. His father had wings, so he had wings too. Strong, powerful wings that could bring him high above the clouds, where he could forget about his problems, like they never existed. But here, on the land, his problems were very much real. It was very real that his father was Gol D. Roger, former Pirate King. It was very real that anyone with wings was mistreated. He gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists, involuntarily grabbing some feathers.
All he wanted was freedom. Really, that was all he wished for. To be left alone, to travel the seas and the skies, having adventures. That was all. Then why? Why he couldn't be free? Was his sin too big? Was his blood too dirty to let him be what he wanted? His heritage was so strong that made him a prisoner? He curled into himself, resting his back against the sea stone bars. His energy vanished, but he didn't care. It wasn't like he could get away from that oversized birdcage. He heard footsteps and he knew that the show had begun. They were coming to take him to the stage. Well, he had no intention to make their lives easier, so he stood up, wings widening and fire flaming from his skin. He was no circus monster they could tame. He would show them.