Role

Chapter 1

He sits silently, unmoving, barely breathing if even at all... the only thing
that moves aside from the slight flutter of feathers that still show on his
partially burned body, is the so dark iris' that seem to try to catch and
take note of everything about him. The wind picks up and this bird stretches
his wings suddenly, a sharp breeze that whips about the room after it enters
through the open window pushing against them.

The wintery breeze, so cold it almost feels calculated, I do love it so.

The words, nearly broken and shrill enough to almost hurt the ears, are the
only things uttered this entire day but the winged magistrate. He has sat,
long, longer, almost too long, staring out this solitary simple window into
the stretching streets below. He sits and watches, he watches and waits, he
waits and remembers. And as he remembers all that he has seen and been, all
that he has been taught and shown, all that once was and might again be, He
realizes the emptyness inside is growing. As he remembers his fathers last
words, and the teachings before the nearly silent utterance, a swift sharp
pain twists at his heart for the last time... or so he tells himself. He
remembers all the endless lessons his father and mentor put him through,
nearly endless until the end, and he realizes that he must do something more.
The first step, to erase the last of his emotions except anger, it after all
has a purpose. To be truly empty of emotion one must have something to rely
on, and the this anger can be emptied easily enough by simple actions so that
I once again there is no emotion and the justice can truly be accurately
dispensed. The first step in this uphill climb is now known to this scarred
being.