"Oh my God. Oh my God." Akello sobbed, stepping backwards, her wings trembling. How could this be the only way? How did a small bit of curiosity spell such doom for all of them? Why... WHy did they have to be so curious?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Flashback<br/><br/>Akello's eyes widened to saucers as she took in the beautiful gold, red and blue tent that stood in front of her. The show wouldn't start for a couple of hours but Akello was curious. She finally had free time from the orphanage and she planned to use it. Inching closer she finally saw a tall spruce tree that climbed well over the top of the tent. An idea struck in the 12 year olds mind as she began ripping off her shoes and climbing the tree.<br/><br/>The rough bark scraped her feet but she didnt care, her only goal to get to the top to peek into the tent. As the top came closer and closer she seated herself down, hanging off the branches, peeking in. She saw some of the performers and recoiled in horror of what she saw. Who could be born like that? SHe shivered, disgusted and sat back.<br/><br/>Only a couple seconds later, fingers were at her mouth and only a few hours later, she was in a cold white room filled with absolutely nothing but the deafening silence.</span>