Wow, I haven't updated in a while. What makes it doubly sad is that I finished this chapter months ago, I just didn't want to publish it due to the fact I didn't have a chapter 3 to preview at the bottom. Whatever.

To my Walk of Insanity readers, if you are reading this, I'm very sorry for the delays. I honestly am a little stuck on the next chapter-I wrote it out, but the meeting between Len and ANTAGONIST has to be perfect.

NOTE: Please do not get offended by the language of the character. Also, there will be arcs, signified at the top. This arc is 'the spark that lit.' Also, I do not have a beta. Mistakes will be made.

DISCLAIMER: Do I really have to go over this? It's not like some lawyer surfs the net and sues people like the spiteful person they have to be. I don't own 1/2 Prince. The idea of this fic is mine. Blahblahblah...

Word Count: 1,495

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RE. volution

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The Spark That Lit: From Above

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I woke up slowly, stretching my wings-

Wait, my wings?

Immediately, the events of the day came to me, and I sat up quickly. The consequence of that came to me immediately, as all the blood rushed from my head, leaving me dizzy, and my wings slammed into the ground.

"Holy-mother fucker! Son of the whore related to the bitch!" My wings throbbed painfully. "99% real my ass! The Holy Spirit never went through this!" I refrained from rolling around though, unconsciously realizing that that would hurt even more.

After a few minutes of thoroughly cursing out the character designer, the pain abated, and, after cautiously getting a feel for my new appendages, I allowed myself to inspect the forest around me.

It was a typical forest, to my dubious knowledge. I've always been more of a city kid, but... Well, there were a lot of trees, some shrubs, grass, and I could feel sticks on the ground trying to poke into my ass. When I listened I could hear a few virtual birds chirping, and my eyes caught a stray squirrel scampering about the trees.

After finding the scenery to be rather boring, I admired myself instead. I was now wearing a long black robe and cheap sandles I could see myself getting blisters from. The robe was scratchy and, in the midday heat of the sun, I felt myself growing increasingly uncomfortable in the cheap thing. It also had a cowl in which I suppose I can look properly mysterious in, but at the moment it was rather impractical. After opening up my inventory as per the tutorial's instructions, I found that my only weapon was a small dagger, which I supposed everyone started with.

Before I could get any further in inspecting my character, I heard a growl to my right. I whipped my head around to see a giant-ass wolf staring at me hungrily. My eyes widened comically.

"Mother of heavenly shit!" I scrambled to my feet and took off sprinting through the wilderness. I heard a rough bark behind me and when I snuck a peek behind me I saw-you've gotta be shitting me!-the wolf was joined by its pack-mates and were catching up to me quickly.

Distracted, one of my wings was clipped by a tree branch, causing me to see stars. Pain spread like fire across my back, and I collapsed onto the ground, clutching a wing in agony.

Wait a minute… Wings! Hope blossoming in my (now flat) chest and, fighting through the pain, I forced myself to stand up again and run again, flapping my wings. It felt weird to move them, but almost… natural, in a way. Like moving a third and fourth arm.

Suddenly, my feet lifted off the ground, and I let out a shout of surprise. "No way! No way! This is so cool!" For a second, I almost forgot about my feral pursuers, before I was brought back to earth-thankfully not literally- by the sensation of teeth clamped around my right foot. To my horror, a wolf had grabbed on, and a fresh burst of pain shot through me. Thankfully, it held a rather loose grip on my foot, and I shook off my left sandle and chucked it at the beast's head. Foot bleeding a little and cursing the wolf's great-great grandparents, I flew higher, out of the reach of those dangerous beasts.

I grinned my sadistic grin as soon as I was out of reach though, because I realized that by taunting them with my close proximity but unattainability, I would exact my perfect revenge. Ignoring their frantic growls, I opened up my inventory again.

[Name: Fallen Gender: Male

Level: 1 STR: 09

Job: none PHY: 02

Territory: 0 AGI: 03

Health: 40/60 INT: 06

SPR: 10

ACC: 06

CHM: 00

LUK: N/A

Skills: none]

"The hell? I have more charisma than fuckin' Gandhi! And what is this, defense of two?" I exclaimed, outraged. Did I get a shitty draw or what?

My lamentation was cut short though, when I heard a squawk! And something slammed into my motherfucking wings! I bellowed in pain, glaring through tear-filled eyes at my aggressor-who now had its beak stuck in my left wing.

Flapping frantically with my right wing, I reached over and pulled it out, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming again. As soon as it was free, I stabbed it with my cheap dagger repeatedly until it was dead. With a self-righteous shriek, which sounded a little strange coming from my smooth tenor voice, I slammed the bird into the pack of ravenous wolves and began to limp-fly away, giving the beasts the finger before they were out of sight.

Because there was nothing to plug the wound, a steady stream of blood came from the wound. I winced, even as I forced myself to pump both of my wings harder. Unfortunately, the dense trees above me were extremely leafy, and I crashed through them, leaving scratches on my arms and leaves in my white hair. But I had to get above the treeline in order to get my bearings. I had no idea where I was, but that kid-Forbidden Revolution, was it?-said I would be dropped off at the town of Floral Petals, so I couldn't be far.

My theory was proven correct as I spotted a town surrounded by cherry blossom trees. It wasn't too far away, and for that I was thankful. "Floral Petals… is that even grammatically correct? And didn't he say I would land in the village, not in the forest surrounding it? Liar." I murmured idley as I floated, too tired to come up with any good insults and trying to get take mind off of my steadily decreasing life points…

Five minutes later, I reached the village and had black spots filling my vision. I saw NPCs from the village, heard them shout in alarm.

My wing finally gave out, and I fell in a strange corkscrew pattern, smashing through a cherry blossom tree before making a crash landing on the ground. Dully, I noted a familiar voice coming from the crowd of NPCs. I forced my head to rise, my brain to work through the pain-induced haze. "… For… bidden..?" I whispered.

And there he was, smiling at me amusedly, kneeling down next to me. "You… bastard…"

"Shut up and let me heal you." He ordered, and all of a sudden I felt a warm sensation fill my body. I grinned a little as he worked, feeling my strength return to me.

"A healer? Haha…" I said.

He bonked me on the head. "What's so funny about priests, huh?"

"I just never expected you to be one, that's all," My voice grew stronger as he healed me. "Though I suppose you look pretty enough to be the part, being an elf an all."

Forbidden drew back from me for a second, blushing, causing my grin to widen. "P-p-pretty? I am not pretty! I'm very manly!" He spluttered.

I laughed outright, sitting up from my collapsed position and giving the brat a noogie. "I see what I see and all I see is a twerp half my age."

While he struggled furiously to escape my grasp, I studied my surroundings. I finally took note of the NPCs gathered around us. "You little bitches need anything? No? Then get the fuck away from us." They seemed offended, but I brushed them off.

Unfortunately for me, Forbidden had broken free, and was now scolding me. "Fallen, be respectful," turning to the NPCs, he addressed them. "I apologize for him, he's just a spiteful person."

"Hey!" I protested. I was not spiteful! I was free-spirited! He ignored me though, going back into his emotionless drone-mode, as I dubbed it. "Cheh. They're just NPCs, anyways."

"Fallen, let's go. Tell me what happened as we walk to the General Store." He strode off, ignoring my comment and leaving me to scramble to catch up.

As I followed him, I thought about my temporary traveling partner. He seemed to alternate between an emotionless brat to a proper spitfire like a woman on her period. And while I understood that he was not actually a child, but seeing a kid act like that was just…

"Fucking creepy."

PREVIEW:

The Spark That Lit: Beginner's Glitches

["So, what do you think?"

"What do I THINK? I think you gaming companies have forgotten what it is like to be a beginner like the bigots we know you are."

Forbidden studied me for a second, his eyes keen in that creepy not-child way. "Explain."]