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Prologue

The fire raged behind him as he walked into his office for the last time the bullet wound in his side still leaking blood. They had managed to repel the local cops but once the army had gotten involved in the festivities things had went south fast. Still they had managed to the first infantry wave back but while they were fighting the helicopters had destroyed everything from the third floor up and damaged most of the rest, 50 to 60 dead at least just from the choppers, and the infantry and assault vehicles would be following up. He knew that it was over, they had done their best but they were so badly outnumbered, so badly outgunned.

As he neared the desk his Bren Ten pistol, a gift from his best friend who'd been killed running rear guard over a year earlier, dropped to the floor. Then he dropped to his knees in front of his family's broadsword that was hanging on the wall. His CD player was still playing the song that he had listened to while trying to relax the night before.

"I once told you that sometimes the fact that the battle was fought was more important then who won the battle.", talking to the spirit of his best friend wherever it was, "But was this one of those times? Was it worth the cost?"

At this point the song began to repeat itself and he decided to just listen to it with his last moments …

Baby dont understand why we just cant hold on to each others hands
this time might be the last I fear unless I make it all to clear
I need you so ... can't let you go ... noo oh

So take these broken wings and learn to fly again
learn to live so free and when we hear the voices sing
the book of love will open up and let us in

take these broken wings ...

Baby end tonight we can take what was wrong
and make it right ... cause baby it's all I know
that your half of the flesh and blood that makes me whole
makes me whole . I need you so baby I need you so

So take these broken wings and learn to fly again
learn to live so free and when we hear the voices sing
the book of love will open up and let us in

Take these broken wings you've got to learn to fly
learn to lift and love so free
and when we hear the voices sing the book of love will open
up for us and let us in…

He died before the song finished, the sword was the last thing he ever saw.

Author's notes: I'm going with the idea that the cocoon dream is how the Haibane died. His cocoon dream will just be him seeing the sword and hearing the singing so I need the translation for singing sword, or sword that sings or something to that effect, I also need the translation for one who stands alone or something to that effect for my other original character. So if you want to see more of the story please leave the translations in a review or I'll have to wait until my best friend learns the translations in his Japanese course next Fall.