My first Shagon fic! Yeah! Anyways, this is Shagon's feelings on his wings, and all they represent. This is the first Witch fic I have written without including Cornelia. Be proud of me.
Disclaimer: Disney owns it. They don't deserve it, but that's how life is.
Shagon would admit that there was one perk to being Nerissa's servant. Those were his wings.
Soaring through the skies, being able to swoop down and do complicated patterns with the greatest of ease was one of the most enjoyable things Shagon had ever done. Every time he flew, though, a small twinge of pain shot through him. Flying reminded him of his old life, as Matt Olsen, as Will Vandom's boyfriend.
Flying had been one of those things that he, as one of the few who knew the secret of W.i.t.c.h., had experienced. But being carried around by the arms by a bunch of conceited teenage girls was nothing compared to the magnificent sensation of flying yourself, of having magnificent wings to propel you to the heavens.
Will's wings had always struck Shagon as odd, back when he was Matt Olsen. They were beautiful, but odd in his mind. They were so small, and looked like fairy wings, or those of a butterfly, not a warrior like Will was. Couldn't the Oracle, might and all-powerful, have given the Guardians large strong wings to strike fear in the hearts of their opponents?
But when he become Shagon, servant of Nerissa and leader of the Knights of Destruction, he realized what the significance of those tiny wings was. They symbolized the weakness of the Guardians, showed that they were like their wings. Strikingly beautiful, but delicate and fragile. Not like Shagon's wings. Shagon's were strong, and though they were not pleasing to the eye, they served their function well.
Shagon had realized the weakness of the Guardians when Will had refused to finish him off at the railroad tracks. She had the power, he knew it better than most, but not the heart to kill. The Heart of Candracar, Will knew, was an instrument of peace, and should be treated as such. Shagon sneered as he remembered how innocent little Will believed that love could free him from Nerissa's spell, and make him her precious little boyfriend again. No way was that going to happen. Shagon had tasted power, and he was not going back to weakness.
He had decided that, in the unlikely event he captured Will and got her away from the others, that he would clip her wings off, just like butterfly collectors did. It would be very wasteful to let the rest of Will go to waste, so if Shagon got her alone, he could put the rest of Will to good use. After all, he was still a teenage boy at heart. Once he had gotten what he wanted, he would turn Will over to Nerissa, they would win the war, and everything would be good. He loved his wings, and all that went with them.
The ending was a bit creepy, but reviews are appreciated! I will feed lame flames to Blunk!