A/N: One Piece shall never belong to me. Sad, I know.

RECAP: Sage lowered her eyes from the sun as she felt a hand press against her back before it pushed hard, sending her over the side of the platform. She made no sound and the crowd watched silently as she fell from the sky, her hair spreading out under her and whipping around. The ray of sun stayed trained on her as she fell.

"SAGE! NOO!"

The crowd waited for her body to crash to the ground, waited for the sickening sound of bones crushing, for her scream as she died, waiting to see the pain that she, a pirate, was put through. They waited in anticipation, oddly enough. They weren't normally this… violent. Some walked away as fast as they could, so they wouldn't hear her death.

Falling to her felt as if time had slowed. She saw the world as she had so long ago. Cruel. Uncaring. Violent.

She wanted to live.

She wanted to be free again. She wanted to see him again. Wanted to hold him once again in her arms like she had so long ago when she had snuck back onto the island to see him. Wanted to see him happy to see her. To hold her just as tightly.

She would live.

There was only so much she could do before she crashed. The cuffs around her wrists didn't help matters, but…

She would live. As clear as the scars on her body, she would live. She would see him again.

Feeling around for the keyhole, she smirked.

A padlock. Was that the best they could do?

Pulling at it, she found it was as strong as she thought it to be. But this had happened before, so long ago. She could break free. She would break free. She knew her strength was fleeting right now, what with her wounds, but she could do it. She had to do it. Her very life depended on it.

Giving all she had, which was a lot, she tore through it, the metal cutting into her palms, blood trailing down her wrists, before the metal contraption dropped off, falling much quicker to the ground. The cuffs followed soon after. Her wings tore through the material of her shirt, destroying the back of it. Moving against gravity, she came to a sudden halt.

She would live.

The crowd stared up in awe at the winged creature that floated there. She looked down at them coldly before pushing up into the sky, disappearing into the clouds where none could follow her. No gun had quite enough range to hit her either, what with the sun blinding them upon looking up.

She would live. She would return to her home. To her family. To her friends. And to most of all, to him.

Dropping down, her feet thudded against the ground, muffled by the moss that grew there. In the middle of the large forest that inhabited the island, a little cottage sat. Worn down by age and almost hidden by the ivy that grew up the front and the small trees that had grown up through the porch. She gave a smile.

Her home.

Or what used to be her home. She didn't quite remember the trees through the porch last time she was here. A rattling was heard from inside and she tilted her head slightly. He still had that? It had been years since she had given it to him. She stepped lightly toward the house, the tips of her wings dragging lightly through the grass. A dog barked and all noise in the house stopped.

She stood at the foot of the stairs as the door creaked open a bit. Half of a face was seen through the crack.

"…Sage…?" The woman was older, her face littered with wrinkles, her hair a pure white. Her clothes were shabby, but suited her, oddly enough. A shawl wrapped around her thin shoulders. The woman eyed her for a long moment before shaking her head and closing the door.

"Gramama. How's the garden?" Sage murmured softly. The woman stopped and peered out of the door once again. She looked closely at the young lady standing there. Sage smiled brightly(something she hasn't done for quite some time) and the old woman threw open the door.

"M-my Sage…. You've finally come back…!" she wobbled down the stairs to hug her granddaughter tightly, tears coursing down her face. Sage smiled at her grandmother, wrapping her arms around her lightly, carefully. "My little darling…! You've finally come home…!" Sage didn't want to tell her grandmother she would be leaving shortly. She just couldn't do that to her. Gramama looked up at her, her pale eyes shrouded with tears. "Sage, you've finally come home at-last…" Sage gave a smile.

"Yea. I'm home."

Panic broke out in the square.

The pirate who was to be executed had broken free and escaped, her crewmates scattering as well. The civilians were concerned for their own safety, knowing that notorious pirates were on the loose. They weren't exactly sure what to do though. They wanted to stay in-case something happened, but then again, they also wanted to leave to go home and guard themselves, should the pirates attack the village.

The Marines there were overwhelmed as well. This wasn't supposed to happen… this wasn't ever supposed to happen. How could they have let her get away? They were supposed to be Marines, so, how…?

Their commander was currently unconscious after the Straw-Hat had knocked him down the stairs. He didn't seem to be waking either…so …it was rather troublesome…

In the middle of the crowd, one person stood in place. Amidst the chaos, he was calm. He had come to see her for the last time, but as fate would have it, he was given another chance to see her once more. Years had passed since he had seen her. He just hoped she wouldn't attempt to kill him upon first sight after what he had done oh-so-long ago. He turned his face up to watch the sun hide behind the stormy gray clouds once again, as if it knew that she was gone too.

…I don't know what to say, quite honestly… I haven't put another chapter up for this one since… December. It's been read, so, I decided to put a new chapter up. It took me awhile to decide if I should, but… I just wrote and this is what happened. Maybe I'll make a third one? Ah, who knows?