Air flew like the breath of an angel across a lone boy's face, playing with long
hair, teasing it with a glimpse of freedom. Cursing, the boy left his place as
sentinel to call the next watch.

"Damn... Too much time to spend staring for what doesn't exist!" A braid flew
behind, turbulent in its flight.

"Heero, Its your turn... Heero?" The boy stopped to take in the carnage that his
eyes beheld.

Three bodies lay strewn like gory rag dolls, headless and still bleeding. Signs
of a struggle could be seen around the room, including the smears of blood on the
whitewashed walls.

Three heads hung from the ceiling, rotating slightly in a curious breeze.

Duo Maxwell stared in shock, the coppery smell of death finally causing him to
avert his eyes to retch on the ground. The wind stilled, and the mournful song
of a bird sounded through thick air.

Tears spilled from the eyes of the young Gundam Pilot as he swore to avenge the
death of his comrades. White feathers fell from the sky, drifting aimlessly on
random currents of air, binding the promise to the tapestry of time...