"We must cut into her now!" "What do you mean . . . cut into her" His face stayed serious as he held tightly onto the scalpel in his hand. "She's my daughter you can't do this to her without my consent!" "You brought her here to find out what's wrong with her. Now let me do my job, I know what I'm doing." The worried mother reached for the scalpel as the doctor slit the young girls back, a look of confusion a dawn his face as he withdrew the knife from her back. As the pair took a closer look at the incision, no amount of blood was to been seen from the gapping cut. A single feather, the length of ones pinkie finger and speckled in blood, fluttered from within. "What the . . ."