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	It is almost impossible to explain to someone what it is like to not have 
any memories.  So much of our being is wrapped in the cloak of the past, 
simply as a point of reference to the now, that we have lost the ability to 
remember what things were like when we were just newborns.  Losing one's 
memory is not entirely the same, because it doesn't mean, by definition, 
that we lose everything about ourselves.  We don't necessarily lose the 
ability to walk, to talk, to think and have opinions.  Deeply ingrained 
facets needed for our survival seep through the veil, and the amnesiac 
wonders why they have these things when they don't have a past.


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	The past was lost to her, perhaps forever.  She felt as if she were waking 
for the first time, which was patently untrue, she was sure, but there was 
nothing before this moment, but a horrible void that caused her to feel panic.

	She opened her eyes and stared at a floor, descending into a horrible, 
ruddy distance.  She wanted to move, but found that she couldn't.  All she 
could do was stare through eyes smeared with red, as the redness extended 
towards the solitary light, rectangular in shape.  She thought she could 
see someone there, and tried to call out to them, but her voice would not 
work, her mouth would not move.  She was paralysed, she realised, and what 
little sensation she could feel was retreating from her extremities.  A 
great darkness was opening up, and she felt the greatest fear she was ever 
going to experience.

	And then darkness.  And warmth.


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An Haibane Renmei Fanfiction

Red Feathers in Old Home

by Dark Day For Anime


Part 1

Summer - Feathers - Cocoon


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	The clouds shifted underneath Rakka's feet, yet did not give way to her 
weight.  It was at this point that she realised that she had to be 
dreaming.  And it had been a long time since she dreamt of clouds.  She was 
wearing the smock in which she was born, as a Haibane.... the soft, white 
smock that had been folded and placed in a trunk almost five years 
ago.  She placed her hands against the front of the smock and started to 
brush down the creases and folds.  For some reason, she felt comforted by 
doing this.

	A voice, on the edge of her consciousness caught her attention.  It was so 
indistinct that the sounds of the wind that blew the clouds almost drowned 
it out.  Rakka turned back and forth, looking for the origin of the voice, 
but there were only indistinct shapes in the semi-darkness of the pre-dawn 
sky.  The voice faded, then returned anew, stronger than before.  Rakka 
thought she recognised the voice....  The voice of someone she once 
knew.  But it was hard to tell.

	She floated along the cloudtop, her small grey wings flapping, seemingly 
effectively, although it could have been an illusion.  It was an illusion: 
this was a dream.  And yet, somehow, she felt as if this was really 
happening.  And that thought frightened her.  The voice started to fade 
again, and then returned even louder.  "Time...."  The voice was whispery, 
but gentle.  "Time for me...."

	"Who's there?"  Rakka's voice sounded small and frightened, especially to 
herself.  "Show yourself."

	"Light...."  The voice whispered, a gentle, comforting edge rolling over 
Rakka's mind, dulling her fears.  She had an indistinct impression of a 
face, and knew, almost immediately, who the voice belonged to.

	"Reki?"  Rakka swallowed.  "What are you...  Why..."

	"The time of light is near...."  Reki's voice continued.  "Yet so 
far.  The blooded one is falling into your arms, only to be let go."

	Rakka swallowed, the vision of Reki fading rapidly.  "What do you 
mean?"  She reached out into the empty clouds.  "Reki?  What do you 
mean?  Who is the blooded one?  Reki!"  Rakka withdrew her hands as the 
clouds started to glow a dull red.  No, it wasn't the clouds themselves, 
but thousands of floating feathers....  Red feathers.

	Not just any red, but a bright, almost glowing hue.  The filaments of the 
combs standing out individually on each one.  Rakka hugged herself tightly, 
watching the feathers fly by, a blood-hued storm of such intense complexity 
that she felt dizzy, almost nauseous.  And from behind them, as if chasing 
them away, came a brilliantly intense light....


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	And then there was light.  Rakka opened her eyes as the sunlight of an 
early morning dawn
peaked over the top of Old Home, bathing the roof at the far end in a 
golden glow.  Rakka sat up in her bed and stared out of the window, 
blearily.  She reached up to her face, and felt drying tears.  She then 
looked down at her pillow, which was also wet with tears.  Just what had 
she been dreaming about, she wondered to herself?  She very rarely 
remembered her dreams these days.  The practicality of living in Glie 
didn't afford her much time to consider such fancies.

	She wiped the tears away and stretched, yawning.  The sky outside was an 
increasingly deep azure blue, the clouds being banished to the horizon by 
the warmth of the summer sun.  She peered over at the cabinet beside her 
bed.  It was only just past 6am, according to the small clock Kana had 
given her a few months beforehand.  It had been a gift from Kana's boss, 
for services rendered when Kana had fallen ill after riding her bike home 
in the rain and cold.  Rakka had always told Kana that she should take 
Reki's old scooter, rather than ride the rickety old pushbike....  It 
didn't offer any more protection against the rain, but at least it would 
have meant spending less time in the weather, and Reki really didn't need 
it anymore....

	Rakka stood from her bed, got herself washed and dressed in short order, 
then wandered over to the common room, where she put the kettle on, still 
yawning.  She had promised Kumiko, the secretary of Glie's festivals 
committee, that she would help out on the setting up of the Summer Market 
Festival.  She'd managed to avoid it during her previous few summers by 
claiming she had other things to do, but was buttonholed by the young woman 
this year after some behind-the-scenes plotting with the Town Council and 
the Haibane Renmei, most specifically the Washi, who seemed amused at the 
prospect of dropping Rakka in the deep end.  If it hadn't been for the 
strictly-enforced rules of silence at the temple, the old man might have 
found out that, underneath her otherwise calm and occasionally shy 
exterior, Rakka had a demon's temper....

	As she waited for the kettle to boil, she stepped out of the kitchen and 
across to the doors, leading to the balcony area, opening them.  Already, 
much of the bite of the cold night air was gone, and the breeze that 
ruffled her already messy hair was warm and inviting.  She strolled out 
onto the balcony and leaned against the ledge, closing her eyes and soaking 
in the silence.

	Nothing but the gentle breeze.  Kana would be waking up about 
now.  Probably.  She certainly had more energy than anyone sane should 
have, this early in the morning.  Rakka had only ever occasionally asked 
her about her early days in Glie, before Rakka herself had arrived.  Kana 
never seemed all that keen on talking about it, which didn't surprise Rakka 
that much.  Kana seemed the sort to have been something of a tearaway, 
though one who had been given direction very early, before she strayed off 
the path.  Hikari, the only other Haibane in Old Home who'd arrived before 
Rakka, was more than forthcoming about what things had been like for 
herself when she'd arrived.  She was also mischievously forthcoming about 
the finer details of others' histories....

	Rakka sighed and allowed her thoughts to subside.  The breeze had 
settled.  Now the
silence was almost total, and behind her eyelids she swore she could see 
the swirling of bright red feathers....

	There was a whistle from the kitchen, and she stepped away from the ledge, 
stretching.  "Ah...."  She muttered to herself.  "Almost dozed off there, 
for a second."  She shook her head as she walked back through the doors and 
through into the kitchen, where she killed the flame underneath the kettle.

	Before she had time to fill the teapot with leaves, however, she could 
hear squealing voices, coming from the other side of the courtyard.  Not 
just any annoying, high-pitched squeals, but the voices of The 
Twins....  Her heart sank.  It looked like there wasn't going to be any 
peace for her for the rest of the morning.  Grumpily, she trodged back to 
the balcony and looked down on the two short, blond-haired Haibane, who 
were practically chasing each other around the courtyard, excitedly.  One 
of the two spotted Rakka and came to a dead stop, waving.  The other 
didn't, and ran into the back of her, sending the pair sprawling across the 
ground.  Almost immediately, and somewhat predictably, the pair sat up and 
started at each other.

	"Oi!  What did you do that for?"
	"You're the one who stopped."
	"S'not my fault.  You weren't paying attention."
	"That's right, blame me.  You always blame me."
	"Well you always blame me for things going wrong."  The first sister 
pointed to the wings on her back.  "And my wings are all dirty and creased, 
now.  You know how neat I like to keep them."

	Rakka shook her head.  She'd never met a pair of Haibane like the twins 
before, and she'd met a few strange ones from the Factory.  In fact, nobody 
could remember there ever having been a pair of Haibane twins in Glie, not 
even the Washi.  Rakka had been fortunate to have found their cocoons so 
early in their growth.  It gave everyone more time to prepare for their 
arrival than they'd had for her own.  And they'd needed it.

	Because, right from the moment they'd popped out, they'd been nothing but 
trouble.  From the fact that they both looked exactly alike (short and 
thin, with short, scruffy blond hair, round faces and greenish eyes), to 
their identical taste in clothes (they were both currently wearing simple, 
light blue dresses with matching cardigans and sandals) and their tendency 
to banter on with each other, often leading others in vocal circles.  And 
they both had far, far too much energy for a normal person, let alone a 
normal Haibane.

	What made it worse is that, nobody was sure if they were being consistent 
with their names, or whether they regarded them as interchangeable as their 
identities....  They been given the names "Yu" and "Sa", which practically 
meant "right" and "left", after the dream they had in the cocoon where they 
had been sitting side by side, travelling together somewhere....  They 
weren't sure where, and they were quite sure that it didn't really matter 
that much.  "It wuz nowhere special", Yu would say whenever anyone would 
ask them.  Or maybe it was Sa, pretending to be Yu.  Or even Yu, pretending 
to be Sa pretending to be herself....  Whatever.  The possible mind games 
the pair could play with people seemed endless.  Even worse was the fact 
that they always seemed genuinely genuine about it all, which would give 
Rakka a headache.

	Right now, they were about to argue over another one of their 
foibles....  Their seemingly inherent narcissism.  At least, their 
narcissism about being Haibane.  They took great pride in the fact that 
they had halos and wings, and ordinary townsfolk didn't.  It frequently 
lead to their being on the receiving end of a few cranial wallops from 
their unfortunate minders, which they would, fortunately, take as a sign 
that they'd overstepped the mark.  The townsfolk found them amusing, but 
then they didn't have to live with them.

	Regardless, Rakka thought this was as good a time as any to head this 
argument off at the pass.  "What are you two doing up this early in the 
morning?"  She smiled and waved at them.  They both turned to her, still 
looking like thunder.

		"It's Sa's fault!"  Said the sister who had stopped first in the 
courtyard, leading to the accident.  "She's been waking up real early, 
lately.  I need my sleep, or the day is just out of the window, if you know 
what I mean."  Yu stretched out her arms
expansively, as if trying to make a point.  Sa whopped her one over the top 
of her head with a clenched fist.  "Ow!  What was that for?"  Yu rubbed her 
head, turning to Sa in annoyance.
	"I haven't been getting up early.  I've been waking up when you've been 
waking up."  Sa crossed her arms.  "Besides, with all your snoring, it's 
amazing I'm able to get any sleep at all."
	"I don't snore."
	"Do so."
	"Do not.  You're the one who snores."
	"Am not."

	Rakka shook her head.  "So, what about this morning?  You two are never up 
before eight, regardless of who snores or not."

	"Ah!"  Yu put up a finger, a look of realisation on her face.  "We don't 
have time to argue about this."  She turned to Sa, whose expression 
mirrored her sister's.
	"Yeah, we shouldn't be arguing now.  It's an emergency.  An 
emergency."  They both turned to Rakka with stares so intense that she felt 
that she would be blown back into the
common room through sheer force of will.
	"We heard a noise, coming a couple of rooms down from ours...."
	"....So we thought we should check it out...."
	"....And we found one!"
	"Our first one!"

	Rakka scratched her head as the pair held hands and started jumping up and 
down on the spot, excitedly repeating "our first one" over and over.  "Umm, 
so....  Would you like to tell me what it is you've found?"  She eventually 
asked, impatiently.  They both stopped and turned to her, smiling.

	"We've found a cocoon."  Said Yu.
	"A big one."  Said Sa.
	"Really big.  With bits going into the ground."
	"And into the roof.  Neeee?"  Sa turned to Yu.
	"Neeee?"  Yu repeated.

	Rakka had the feeling that her day was just about to get rather more 
complicated than she'd anticipated....


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	Slowly, the girl opened her eyes.  There was little light, so it wasn't 
painful, and the adjustment was easier.  There was little to see, anyway, 
just a faint outline of something surrounding her, a container in which she 
was floating.

	She wished she could remember how she came to be here.  Her head hurt 
terribly, and she placed a hand against its side, feeling for something, 
she wasn't sure what.  It felt intact, anyway, although she didn't know why 
she thought it wouldn't be.

	She tried to sigh, but realised she was only feeling fluid pass from her 
lungs to her mouth, and for a second she thought she was drowning, before 
realising that she'd probably have drowned by now if she was going to.  The 
sensation was unpleasant, as she tried to breathe, expanding her lungs with 
more of the fluid: an almost autonomic process of panic rising with the 
laboring of her muscles to draw in something that shouldn't be there, at 
least, not like this....

	She really wished she could remember how she came to be here.  And then 
she heard voices, from somewhere outside.  Too frightened to care, she 
hugged her legs tight against her, chin close to resting on her knees.  She 
wanted to sleep some more.  It was too soon for her to be active, of that 
she was sure.  She was safe here.  Safe....


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	Rakka peered through the partly open doorway.  To gain access to the room, 
the twins had to force the door open as its hinges were pretty much rusted 
shut, and had only just made enough room to slip through.  Rakka, somewhat 
bigger than the pair, wondered if the gap was big enough to accommodate her.

	"Well?  What do you think?"  Yu asked, expectantly.  Rakka looked back at 
them, standing behind her with rather self-satisfied looks on their faces.

	"It's.... hard to see.  It's so dark in there."  She turned back to the 
door.  "If only we could open this a little wider.  She started to push 
against it, but it looked as if the door wasn't going to move another 
inch.  The twins joined her.

	"We'll help you...."
	"....Get this door open."
	"It was real hard to open it this far, though."
	"Still got splinters in me hands."  Sa showed her hands to Rakka, which 
didn't help one little bit.
	"Would the pair of you mind?"  She nodded towards the door.  The twins 
shrugged and pushed in underneath her, applying their weight against 
it.  "Alright then", Rakka grunted, "on the count of 
three.  One....  Two....  Three!"

	The three of them heaved against the door, a couple of the panels cracking 
under the strain.  Then there was a crumbling noise, dust falling on top of 
their heads for a few seconds, followed by a sharp snap, and the door came 
away from its hinges, crashing to the floor, followed by the three girls 
who spent the next few seconds laying in a pile, stunned.

	"Wow."  Sa crawled out from underneath Rakka.  "That was real cool.  Can 
we do it again?"  Rakka grumbled and stood, brushing dust from the front of 
her dress.  The light colour of it meant that all the ingrained dust showed 
like a stain.

	"Ahhh....  I'll have to wash this, now."  She shook her head as Sa helped 
Yu to her feet.  Sighing, she turned to the now open doorway and peered 
into the gloom.  The room itself was quite large, much larger than most 
rooms in the Old Home.  "I wonder what they used this room for, 
originally."  She muttered to herself, knowing full well that she'd 
probably never find out.  At least, not in this life.  "I wish I'd brought 
a torch, now.  Can't see a damn thing in there."

	"It's right down the back."  Yu pointed.  "Just behind the stacks of crates."

	"There was really cool stuff in those crates, too."  Sa rubbed her hands 
together.  "All kinds of gadgets and stuff.  Can't wait to get that out and 
see what I can make with them."

	"And there are books.  Lots and lots of books."  Yu sounded hopeful.

	"Bugger the books.  You can read them, if you want.  Probably old 
textbooks and stuff.  This place was an old school, once."  Sa patted a 
disappointed Yu on the back.

	"Just because I like books...."  Yu sniffed.  "I'm not an uncultured swine 
like some."

	Rakka, ignoring their babbling, was about to tiptoe into the room, when 
Kana, dressed and ready for work, arrived, scratching her head 
sleepily.  "Oi, what's going on here, then?"

	"We found a cocoon.  A real big one."  Sa smiled, holding her fingers up 
to Kana in a victory salute.

	"And a lot of books."  Yu mumbled.

	"Baka.  Kana-oneechan isn't going to be interested in books.  Especially 
textbooks."  Sa turned to Yu once more, leaving Kana to peer into the 
darkened room alongside Rakka, a half-excited look on her face.  She knew 
the twins too well to get too hopeful over some of their more extravagant 
claims.

	"So they say....  I was about to go look for myself."  Rakka stepped in, 
but was stopped by Kana, placing a hand on her shoulder.

	"Here, you'll do yourself a mischief in the dark if you aren't 
careful."  Kana reached into the pocket of her overalls and pulled out a 
small pen-torch.  "Got this at the knick-knack shop on the west side of 
town.  Apparently the Touga had just brought some in from.... well, you 
know."  She flicked a switch on the side, illuminating a small space in 
front of them.  The floor of the room was a right mess, with missing 
ceramic tiles here and there, amidst small holes created by some of the 
crates toppling down onto the floor.  The crates, themselves, were quite 
numerous, and, from the contents of the broken ones scattered on the floor, 
were as full of treasure as the twins had reported.

	"Awww...."  Sa stepped into the room and started rifling through some of 
the electronic parts that lay, rusting, on the floor.  "Look at this 
stuff....  This ain't no good.  Won't be able to sell any of.... um...."

	"So, that's what you had in mind."  Yu stood over her sister.  "All you're 
interested in is getting stuff from the townsfolk for as little effort as 
possible."

	"Oi!"  Kana clipped Yu across the back of the head.  "Where's this cocoon 
supposed to be?"  She turned and watched as Rakka peered behind a stack of 
crates into the darkness at the back of the room.

	"Back there, silly.  Where else would it be?"  Yu thumbed in the direction 
before skipping up beside Rakka.  "Careful, the crates aren't the only 
things in here you should be wary of."  She reached down and picked 
something off the floor, lifting it up to show Rakka.  It was a spider, 
still wriggling in her hand.  Rakka let out a short cry and fell back onto 
the floor.  "What's wrong?  It's only a little spider."  And with that, she 
casually tossed the arachnid aside before receiving another clipping across 
the back of the head via Kana.

	"You know better than to scare people like that."  Kana growled.

	"Yu got told off."  Sa tuned, mischievously.  Kana ignored her and helped 
Rakka to her feet.

	"Do we really need this pair in here?  If there is a cocoon in here, 
they'll only get in the way."  Kana humphed and pointed to the room.  "I 
don't think I've seen a room so filled with junk.  How come nobody has ever 
been in here, before?"

	Rakka shrugged.  "I sometimes wonder if the rooms in the Old Home keep 
moving about, like the place is alive and trying to keep us on its toes."

	"Brrrrr...."  Kana shivered.  "Now there is a great thought for the 
morning.  Anyways, we better find this thing soon, or else the boss is 
going to give me grief for turning up late, again."  She turned to the 
twins.  "You two wait here.  If anyone else shows up, tell them what's 
going on.  You can do that much, can't you?"

	"Roger."  The twins said in unison, mischievous smiles on their 
faces.  Kana gave them a dubious glance and took Rakka by the arm.

	"I'll lead the way through.  Be careful where you put your feet."

	"Okay."  Rakka nodded, and slowly they made their way past the labyrinth 
of crates, the path made clear by the thin light of Kana's pen-torch.  Kana 
moved the light up the side of the crates.

	"The ceiling in here is quite high.  A lot higher than most of the rooms."

	"Might have been a storeroom to begin with."  Rakka suggested, feeling 
nervous in the gloom.  She almost jumped when she heard the crumbling 
sound....  A sound that was quite familiar to her, before the hatching of 
the twins.  Both she and Kana turned, and could see the familiar grey-white 
hide of a cocoon, partially hidden behind a couple of crate stacks at the 
far reaches of the room.

	"I'm surprised it didn't bowl all of these crates down as it grew."  Kana 
mumbled, before excitedly pushing her way between the stacks, Rakka 
nervously following her, not quite sure where she was putting her feet now 
that the light from Kana's torch was a good six feet ahead of her.  She put 
her foot down on something hard and angular and almost tripped, grabbing 
hold of one of the crates for support.  She looked down and saw that it was 
a weight of some kind, before realising that the front of the crate had 
come off in her hand.

	She was about to put the panel back in place when something inside the 
crate caught her attention.  It looked to be a painting, framed much like 
the ones Reki used to do, but the brush stroke and lines were definitely 
not Reki's.  She reached in and gently eased the painting out.  It wasn't 
terribly big, but seemed to be the only thing in the crate.

	She studied the painting as best she could in the semi-darkness.  The 
painting was that of an Haibane, probably one who had been a part of Old 
Home some time in the distant past.  In that gloom, she felt a sense of 
lost time, staring at the figure....  So many must have passed through Old 
Home before her arrival, over who knew how many years.  This painting might 
have been sitting in this crate for hundreds.  Considering the state of the 
room, she wouldn't have put the possibility aside.

	Then something about the figure in the painting caught her eye....  Or, at 
the very least, the wings of the figure....  The wings were red.  Blood 
red.  Although it was difficult to see, she was certain that it simply 
wasn't age-wear on the painting, nor some trick of the light.  The wings of 
the Haibane were deliberately painted red.

	"Rakka?  What are you up to?"  Kana called from the far end of the room, 
leaning against the cocoon.  "I think we'll be lucky, this time.  The shell 
of the cocoon hasn't quite hardened, yet."

	Rakka forced herself to look away from the painting and tucked it 
underneath her arm, continuing on along the thin path between the 
crates.  Eventually, she came to what appeared to be a deliberately cleared 
area at the back of the room, where the cocoon was hidden.  She approached 
the cocoon slowly as Kana investigated how much damage had occurred to the 
rear wall.

	"That's the problem with our cocoons.  They do a hell of a lot of damage 
wherever they plonk themselves."  She muttered as she pointed at the 
floor.  The tiles there were a complete mess: cracked and strewn all over 
the place.  Rakka sighed and shrugged.

	"At least we've had offers of help from the town renovators.  Apparently 
news has reached people about the state of this place."

	"They shouldn't, really."  Kana tutted as she stared at the rear 
wall.  "We're supposed to be looking after ourselves."

	"Quite frankly, this place is so dilapidated, now, that I wouldn't be 
surprised if cocoons started popping up in the basements of the houses of 
townsfolk, soon.  Or however these things are distributed."  Rakka turned 
back to the crates.  "We're certainly going to need a bit of help to clear 
all of this out of the way.  Can't have the new feather being born in a 
dump like this."

	"Hmmm....  But who?"  Kana turned back to Rakka, and saw the painting she 
was holding.  "What's that?"

	"Oh, just something I found in one of the crates back there."  She held it 
up for Kana to see.  In the torchlight, the features of the Haibane were 
clearer.  She was tall and pale-skinned, with longish light-brown hair and 
apparently deep scarlet eyes.  Almost the same colour as her wings.  Kana 
stepped up to her and took a good look at the painting.

	"Oh man, you don't half find creepy things in dark places, do you?"  She 
shook her head.  "This has to be artistic licence....  There are no Haibane 
with red wings."

	"I dunno.  I just found it in the crate.  It's strange, though."  Rakka's 
voice went soft.  "I feel as if I've seen her before, somewhere."

	"Hardly."  Kana shrugged.  "But yeah, I know what you mean.  She does 
seem.... familiar...."  She paused for a few moments, then put a hand to 
her head.  "Oh hell, I'll be late if I stay here for much longer...."  She 
looked at Rakka, hopefully.  "Are you going to be alright, here on your own?"

	"I won't be on my own....  I'll still have the twins."  She paused for a 
moment.  "That's not really reassuring, though, is it?"

	"Hardly.  I think I might have to ask someone to help you out, clearing 
this place out."  She gestured to the crates.  "It's not like when we still 
had Reki and Nemu around.  Even then, I don't think we'd have been able to 
get this lot shifted.  Even worse, where do we shift it all?"

	"The rooms next door are empty."  Rakka looked hopeful.  "I think."  She 
held up a pleading hand to Kana.  "Can you please tell Kumiko I'm sorry, 
I'm not gonna make it, today."

	"Better still."  Kana smiled wickedly.  "You can tell her yourself."

	"Eh?"


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	The girl opened her eyes again, hearing the voices disappear into the 
distance, wherever that distance might have been....  Her curiosity had 
started to get the better of her, and she pushed herself forward in the 
fluid, pressing herself against the barrier that shielded her from the 
outside world.  It felt strangely fleshy, like the skin of a plant.  She 
pushed her fingers into the flesh, and found that it gave.  She scooped 
some of the substance away and ran it between her fingers.

	It was like kneading dough.  The consistency was about the same.  She went 
to sniff it before remembering that she probably wouldn't be able to use 
her sense of smell whilst floating in the life-supporting fluid.  All the 
same, her nose was telling her stories about almonds, or cashews....

	She pressed the material back into the space she had made and found it was 
easy to mould back into shape, which made her think that, whatever she was 
in, it was probably built around her, or something of that nature.  She 
felt a little scared again, and pushed herself back into the middle of the 
chamber, hugging herself tightly.  Better to stay safe in here.  She really 
didn't want to see anyone right now.  She didn't know why, but the thought 
of coming face to face with someone else terrified her.  What if it 
was....  What if it was....

	She just couldn't remember.  Her headache worsened and she closed her eyes 
and tried to think of nothing.  And she saw feathers, floating behind her 
eyelids.  Bright red feathers....


END OF PART 1


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FEATHER 1.0: 30th-31st August 2004


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