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The night air ruffled my feathers as my silent flight continued. It was tiring changing forms, but I was able to blend in well enough to not cause questions to arise. Through trial and error I found out I wasn't just limited to my original form and Caliban's form; but only to the forms I could imagine. My owl eyes saw Caliban's house, and I landed on his roof. He would be sleeping, but I wanted to make sure the mysterious person wouldn't come and attack him.

My owl eyes saw a car coming down the road that looked like my car, and the person driving it resembled me. Unlike me, her smile was a cruel imitation of my own. Her eyes seemed to be hollow and full of a beauty that belonged in Hell. She was still a good distance away, yet her car seemed to be eating up the miles. Here it was, my show down.

I flew towards the person, and then saw fog coming towards me. Even at this distance I could feel its cold. Its chill. I felt it seep into my mind. Into my very soul. I tried to turn away, but it grabbed me and pushed me down. It seemed as though threads of it were going inside of me, and trying to bind me. I turned into a phoenix, and it retreated. I flew upwards to try and see where I was. A cold burst of wind knocked me out of the air. I fell towards the ground.

I was turned back into Caliban, and my skin ripped as I was tossed along the street. The feeling reminded me of the relief that I had been giving myself the last week. It was, as always, painful but gave me this illogical feeling of relief. Caliban had helped me fight off the majority of the depression, but a large portion still remained with me. I got up and looked around. I tried to make out where I was now. I saw that I was in a portion of Caliban's neighborhood that I couldn't recall being in before.

A light turned on, and I ran behind a house. Hopefully, the person wouldn't have seen me. I turned back into an owl and flew up to see where I was. I was in the neighborhood next to Caliban's; Caliban's neighborhood was a short distance away. I flapped as hard as I could, and it seemed like I had to flap harder than normal. It felt as though I was flying in lead. Looking around, I saw that I hadn't moved an inch. I squawked out in anger as I flew downwards and didn't move. I was in a dream.

I looked around and saw that I was back in my original form standing in front of the Gates of Hell. Yells came out and fire followed. Standing at the Gates was someone I recognized, but couldn't recall her name. Satan came out in all of his demonic glory. She bowed to him. He called her Sina, the sister of James the Necromancer. I couldn't tell what deal was made, but it was intense. She left, and Satan looked at me. My blood boiled and froze at the same time. His eyes told a million lies that people had followed.

"Who are you?" he asked me, and I didn't know how to answer. "Who are you?"

"I'm Damara." I said and noticed that he wanted a more detailed answer. "I am the girlfriend of Caliban."

"No you aren't." He said and pointed his trident to the distance. "Leave before you tell another lie. Even Hell has no place for such a disgraceful lie. Leave!"

I left with Satan's face fueling me on. How did I lie? Did I lie? I didn't lie. I was Caliban's girlfriend. I walked through a world falling apart. The sky was crashing down, and the landscape was bursting into flames. There was children's laughter in the distance. The singing of choirs filled my ears. I saw a church in the distance and walked in.

It was a simple, wooden church and no one else was inside. Behind the altar, where the crucifix would be, was Caliban. The crown of thorns was digging into his head and his blood ran thick from his hands, feet, and sides. The crown of thorns made him bleed but in a smaller proportion. "Who did I love?" He asked me. "Who did I love?"

"You loved me." I pleaded. "Damara."

"I sacrificed myself for you, but you won't do the same for me." He said sadly. "I sacrificed my intense loyalty to Vera to let you in. But now you're letting me die, Damara. You're letting me die. My love for Vera is like your love for your family. Will you not make an equal trade?"

I put my hand out towards him, and I woke up in the bushes by his house. I rolled over and crouched. I could see Sina walking towards Caliban's door. I sensed the power she was employing and knew there was only one option that could stop all of this. But it was so big of a sacrifice.

The image of Satan in front of the Gates of Hell and Caliban on the crucifix came into my mind. I did not like their gazes on me and so knew what I had to do. I felt inside me to the connection between myself and my original form. The string that connected us only needed a simple cut, and then it'd be gone forever. I picked up the dull scissors and walked over to the piece of string.

There was knocking on Caliban's door, and he was going towards the door. In a few precious seconds it'd all be over. I wouldn't have to do anything, because the decision would have been made for me. I'd still have my family, but I'd have lost Caliban. A few seconds and no motion would be able to take the past back. Just a few more seconds.

I heard the door open. I cut the string. The universe flung its doors open and everything came rushing at me. Moans, groans, sighs, shouts, and choruses of jubilation invaded my ears. There was pain, and there was joy. I had done the right thing. I could die now.

I opened my eyes and saw Caliban standing over me. I reached out my hand, his hand, and touched his cheek. He put one of his own hands over mine. There were tears in his eyes that told me he knew what I had done for him. "Thank you." He said simply. "Thank you."

In his eyes was the shared pain of what had happened. I was an orphan now. I felt so lost. But Caliban was alive, and that was what mattered in the end. "I only saved the life of someone I love by sacrificing my own." I said. "You deserve that much."

"I swear, by the power that lets me live, that I will find a way to get you back as you were before." He replied. "You deserve that much."

My family would have to wait; I would hurt each day for them. For their calls, I'd always be waiting. But Caliban was alive, and I would make sure it'd be years before he'd take his last breath. I had already started along that path, and I would never stop.

-The End-

Description
The night air ruffled my feathers as my silent flight continued. It was tiring changing forms, but I was able to blend in well enough to not cause questions to arise. Through trial and error I found out I wasn't just limited to my original form and Caliban's form; but only to the forms I could imagine. My owl eyes saw Caliban's house, and I landed on his roof. He would be sleeping, but I wanted to make sure the mysterious person wouldn't come and attack him.

My owl eyes saw a car coming down the road that looked like my car, and the person driving it resembled me. Unlike me, her smile was a cruel imitation of my own. Her eyes seemed to be hollow and full of a beauty that belonged in Hell. She was still a good distance away, yet her car seemed to be eating up the miles. Here it was, my show down.

I flew towards the person, and then saw fog coming towards me. Even at this distance I could feel its cold. Its chill. I felt it seep into my mind. Into my very soul. I tried to turn away, but it grabbed me and pushed me down. It seemed as though threads of it were going inside of me, and trying to bind me. I turned into a phoenix, and it retreated. I flew upwards to try and see where I was. A cold burst of wind knocked me out of the air. I fell towards the ground.

I was turned back into Caliban, and my skin ripped as I was tossed along the street. The feeling reminded me of the relief that I had been giving myself the last week. It was, as always, painful but gave me this illogical feeling of relief. Caliban had helped me fight off the majority of the depression, but a large portion still remained with me. I got up and looked around. I tried to make out where I was now. I saw that I was in a portion of Caliban's neighborhood that I couldn't recall being in before.

A light turned on, and I ran behind a house. Hopefully, the person wouldn't have seen me. I turned back into an owl and flew up to see where I was. I was in the neighborhood next to Caliban's; Caliban's neighborhood was a short distance away. I flapped as hard as I could, and it seemed like I had to flap harder than normal. It felt as though I was flying in lead. Looking around, I saw that I hadn't moved an inch. I squawked out in anger as I flew downwards and didn't move. I was in a dream.

I looked around and saw that I was back in my original form standing in front of the Gates of Hell. Yells came out and fire followed. Standing at the Gates was someone I recognized, but couldn't recall her name. Satan came out in all of his demonic glory. She bowed to him. He called her Sina, the sister of James the Necromancer. I couldn't tell what deal was made, but it was intense. She left, and Satan looked at me. My blood boiled and froze at the same time. His eyes told a million lies that people had followed.

"Who are you?" he asked me, and I didn't know how to answer. "Who are you?"

"I'm Damara." I said and noticed that he wanted a more detailed answer. "I am the girlfriend of Caliban."

"No you aren't." He said and pointed his trident to the distance. "Leave before you tell another lie. Even Hell has no place for such a disgraceful lie. Leave!"

I left with Satan's face fueling me on. How did I lie? Did I lie? I didn't lie. I was Caliban's girlfriend. I walked through a world falling apart. The sky was crashing down, and the landscape was bursting into flames. There was children's laughter in the distance. The singing of choirs filled my ears. I saw a church in the distance and walked in.

It was a simple, wooden church and no one else was inside. Behind the altar, where the crucifix would be, was Caliban. The crown of thorns was digging into his head and his blood ran thick from his hands, feet, and sides. The crown of thorns made him bleed but in a smaller proportion. "Who did I love?" He asked me. "Who did I love?"

"You loved me." I pleaded. "Damara."

"I sacrificed myself for you, but you won't do the same for me." He said sadly. "I sacrificed my intense loyalty to Vera to let you in. But now you're letting me die, Damara. You're letting me die. My love for Vera is like your love for your family. Will you not make an equal trade?"

I put my hand out towards him, and I woke up in the bushes by his house. I rolled over and crouched. I could see Sina walking towards Caliban's door. I sensed the power she was employing and knew there was only one option that could stop all of this. But it was so big of a sacrifice.

The image of Satan in front of the Gates of Hell and Caliban on the crucifix came into my mind. I did not like their gazes on me and so knew what I had to do. I felt inside me to the connection between myself and my original form. The string that connected us only needed a simple cut, and then it'd be gone forever. I picked up the dull scissors and walked over to the piece of string.

There was knocking on Caliban's door, and he was going towards the door. In a few precious seconds it'd all be over. I wouldn't have to do anything, because the decision would have been made for me. I'd still have my family, but I'd have lost Caliban. A few seconds and no motion would be able to take the past back. Just a few more seconds.

I heard the door open. I cut the string. The universe flung its doors open and everything came rushing at me. Moans, groans, sighs, shouts, and choruses of jubilation invaded my ears. There was pain, and there was joy. I had done the right thing. I could die now.

I opened my eyes and saw Caliban standing over me. I reached out my hand, his hand, and touched his cheek. He put one of his own hands over mine. There were tears in his eyes that told me he knew what I had done for him. "Thank you." He said simply. "Thank you."

In his eyes was the shared pain of what had happened. I was an orphan now. I felt so lost. But Caliban was alive, and that was what mattered in the end. "I only saved the life of someone I love by sacrificing my own." I said. "You deserve that much."

"I swear, by the power that lets me live, that I will find a way to get you back as you were before." He replied. "You deserve that much."

My family would have to wait; I would hurt each day for them. For their calls, I'd always be waiting. But Caliban was alive, and I would make sure it'd be years before he'd take his last breath. I had already started along that path, and I would never stop.

-The End-