This is sort of a rough. Not fully done yet. This story is about Setsuna's thoughts during the match with Evangeline during the Festival Arc. It also is about Setsuna's thoughts before the Kyoto Arc.
Meaning of White Wings
Chapter 1: Thoughts
White wings. The color of pureness, the color of innocence and yet, at the same time the color of death and the color of sadness. I carry the physical features that make me different and even ugly to the members of the Bird Tribe. To the other demons, my wings are but a sign of unluckiness…proof of my tainted blood. The things on my back…made the others reject me. I know that deep underneath those ashen feathers, is a pair of wings that were supposed to be jet black. Black was what allowed the others to be accepted as "real" demons. But why am I saying this? Do I want to be a real demon? I neither fit in the world of demons or humans. I'm stuck in between. Stuck in between heaven and hell.
Evangeline said that she could sympathize with me because at the moment I was born…I already had to carry the heavy and devastating burden of unhappiness. What she said totally hit me mentally and physically. Ironically, the burden of unhappiness is my wings themselves and they are the source of my misery. Misery that is etched deep into my heart. Sometimes I think that I will never be able to erase that feeling that I had carried for so long. The feeling of not being able to fit in…the feeling of rejection…the feeling of never being able to be loved revolves around my mind everyday.
Somebody once told me to stop thinking like that and be happy for being whom I am…but they don't know just how much I try to apply that to myself. Even I understand those words and say them to myself, but those thoughts of insecurity might never leave me. When I was younger, every single day of my childhood was filled with sorrow. The Bird Demons kept on saying how disgraceful I was in their eyes and how useless I was. They told me to go die and they wished that I were never born. When I was brought into existence I brought not only my family, but the Bird Tribe as well, trouble and grief. The other monsters that lived beside the Bird Tribe started to show them disrespect and violence. In order to protect themselves, they had to get rid of just one little thing and all their troubles could be solved. So they disowned that one little thing…me. So those thoughts of insecurities are a part of me, just like how my wings are going to be with me forever.
Everything in my life was bleak…unmeaningful and fake. Just when I was about to lose hope in myself and give up…I met you…
haha, I suddenly had an inspiration for this fic. So I just wrote it without writing the 2nd chapter to my other fic "Protector and the Healer" but the contents in this fic happened before the contents of "Protector and the Healer"
ok now. Tell me how this fic is..so please review!