In the beginning, I was as normal as anyone could be.

I don't remember how I lost part of my wings.
Maybe I don't want to remember...

What I could do, though... It was beyond comprehension, imagination made real. It bowed to my very thought, running under my wings and covering me like another pelt of scales.
And they thought flying with broken wings was a miracle.

But the thoughts didn't vanish. Only squirmed into constant consciousness, creeping over the light, shading any rival thought, fading faces with its nagging.
My scream was breathless and empty, the horrid sound lodged in my throat, choking off my air.

It crept in and lifted me, a pleased smile on her face. A face I wanted to tear to shreds. A face blank that held dead eyes that missed nothing.

My face.

Title: Giants Fall
Game: Shadow of the Colossus
Artist: MoS

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