"Shadows of The Past" Pg 1
Title:
Shadows of The Past
Author:
Me ^-^
Notes:
Yaoi, OOC, Angst, AU
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's wonderful character, they
are owned by some rich guy.
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Late
summer fades into the beautiful fall season. The trees would trade
their green coats for the brilliant shades of oranges, reds, yellows,
and golds. Winds blowing gently from the great North would bring down
showers of color, with each lazy gust, to litter the deep, green
grass. In the distance, regal mountains jutted up against the
horizon, their rocky faces riddled with dark, dank, seemingly endless
caverns, running deep within the heart of these majestic sentries.
Thick
forests dotted the landscape as far as the eye could see the huge
trees within spreading their monstrous branches to the clear blue
sky. Long and twisted with age, these limbs bore large leaves that
would soon burst forth with the bright hues of the coming fall. The
lush grass sparkles with the morning dew, until the late morning when
the twin suns would dry their eager faces with radiant beams.
Set
in the center of all this, a glistening crystal palace, surrounded
by many small villages, each connected with winding stone paths. As
the brilliant light of the day fell upon the tall, crystal walls and
a kaleidoscope of color washed over the land, casting its crystalline
purity on all it could reach.
The
crystal was impenetrable and the villages unburnable...
Welcome
to a land of magic, mystery and adventure...
Welcome
to Callidonia......
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Shadows of The Past
Standing
on the large crystal balcony a young man looked over a small
marketplace. The people were hustling and bustling to the many places
they needed to go before the two suns set and the four moons rose
into the sky. Even though they provided more then enough light making
the night into day. People found it a time to stay in doors. For none
of them knew just what the four moons brought out.
His
eyes scanned over the population of the marketplace. People from
towns far away, but still within the reach of his fathers controlling
hands. They came from towns on the outskirts of the kingdom and even
at that great distance they still knew their places. Then there were
those who would remain after the booths closed. Those who lived in
the cement houses with drafty wooden doors. The nights were always so
cold here in Callidonia.
Watching
the people the young man wished that for a day he could be one of
them. Be someone whose life was simple and not controlled.
"Young
Prince," a voice spoke behind him.
"Yes,"
he spoke quickly, not turning around.
"You
know that staring at them will do nothing. It will not change
anything," the voice told him the thing that he always knew was true.
"That
may be, but I can still look, can I not?" he spoke harsh and quick.
"The
day is falling, please come back inside. We don't know what is out
when the four moons are up," it told him.
"Why
are we all so scared of the four moons?" he asked, this not
being the first time.
"We
would not have them if they were something not to fear," came
the reply.
"But
we have the twin suns and that is okay?" he again asked, not
for the first time.
"You
know the answer to that. Now please, come in before your father, the
King, sees you here in the late evening," the voice replied.
"But..."
he began to argue.
"Please
don't argue with me. There are many fowl creatures out there looking
for a way in. Now come inside," the voice was firmer this time.
"Heero!
Get in here this minute!" a deep heavy voice yelled.
"See.
What did I tell you?" the voice questioned the young man.
With
a resound and somber attitude Heero followed the man, who has
watched over him since the day he learned to walk, inside. Away from
the people he wanted to be the most.
"What
do you think you were doing out there? You know not to be out there
this late in the evening," an older man yelled at Heero.
"Why
not? This place is protected." Heero asked.
"Heero,
the palace my be protected, but we aren't. It worries me to see you
out there. Your mother and I would die if something happened to
you," he said his voice softening.
"Millardo
please watch him more closely, he is your responsibility."
"Yes,
your Majesty." Millardo bowed.
Heero
walked over to his bed, falling on to it as a deep sigh left his lips.
"Your
Majesty may I speak to you, privately?" Millardo asked the king.
"Come,
we will go to my chamber. Heero stay here until Millardo comes for
you for dinner," the King replied.
"Yes
sir," Heero said into the pillow.
The
two elder men left the room. Rolling over Heero looked at the large
angled ceiling of crystal. Getting up he walked over to the large
crystal doors framed in bronze. Looking out as the last of the twin
suns were setting on the horizon. Disappearing into the land where
they slept while the four moons awoke and rose into the purple sky.
Reaching out he grasped the two handles turning his wrists until the
doors swung open. Stepping out, the crystal beneath his feet glowed
in the now bright moonlight. Leaning on the rail he looked out over
the now empty marketplace. A low roar came from the empty streets
sending a deathly chill down his spine.
"Heero!"
a voice screamed at him from behind.
~*~*~*~*~
"Your
Majesty," Millardo started.
"Stop
calling me that, old friend," the King interrupted.
"All
right, Treize, but I feel I am offending you," Millardo replied.
"You
aren't," Treize returned. "Now, what did you want to speak
to me about."
"Your
son," Millardo answered.
"Yes,
he has grown strong," Treize nodded.
"Very.
He wants to be them. He doesn't understand. But he will push. So
please be careful what you do," Millardo warned him.
"I
do know that, but I'm unsure of just how to do it," Treize nodded.
"Talk
to him like an equal," he advised his old friend.
"Thank
you for the advice. I must return to my duties as must you,"
Treize responded leaving the chamber.
Millardo
followed him out then headed back toward Heero's room. Opening the
door a soft breeze met him as he walked into the room. Looking
around, his ice blue eyes fell upon the open double doors leading to
the balcony, his steps quickening as he crossed the room. Looking
through the satin curtains and doors he saw the youth standing
admiring the city below them.
For
a moment he watched the youth, his short hair ruffled gently by the
light breeze, the brown color softened by the moonlight. His cobalt
eyes shimmered in the light. His slender figure traced in the glow.
His mind snapped back into reality. Rushing out he yelled at him.
~*~*~*~*~
Before
Heero even had time to turn around a hand grabbed him and dragged
him back through the doors.
"Please,
listen to me," Millardo said sitting him down.
Walking
over to the doors he pulled them closed. Retrieving a key from his
pocket the metal slowly slid in and turned, a click could be heard as
the latch locked.
"You
must obey." Millardo turned to him.
"But
I don't understand, it's so beautiful out there," Heero replied
getting up.
"The
entire kingdom is beautiful, but it's also very dangerous. Please,
no more questions right now. Just respect my orders," Millardo sighed.
"I'm
sorry I am so bad. I just don't understand," Heero said slowly.
"We'll
talk later, for now let's go downstairs for dinner," Millardo
replied gently.
"All
right." Heero nodded.
Walking
down the grand staircase, servants stepped aside and bowed slightly.
They came upon a grand hallway lit by low burning torches. The fires
reflected their red glow off the crystal walls and floor. Looking up
Heero could see the stars, distorted by the structure around him. He
felt like a bird in a cage.
Just
before coming to the dinning hall a low growl could be heard. Both
Heero and Millardo turned back. Coming toward them was a large tigrdo.
"Kieandra,"
Heero called to the black and brown animal.
Kieandra
rushed at him, knocking Heero off his feet, it's large tongue
lapping at his face.
"I
wondered where you had run off to my beauty," Heero said with a laugh.
Pushing
the animal away Millardo helped Heero back to his feet.
"Come,
we will be late," Millardo said.
"You
stay here girl," Heero told her.
Obeying
Kieandra lay down on the floor with her large front paws out in
front of her, laying her head on them so she watch Millardo lead her
master to the dining hall. They disappeared through the large doors.
~*~*~*~*~
Several
servants came in carrying silver trays and placed plates in front of
the people sitting at the large square table. Treize sat at the end,
his wife on one side and his number one advisor on the other. Heero
sat between his mother and Millardo. He sat silently as the people
talked around him.
"Dreadfully
boring isn't it?" a quiet voice asked him.
As
Heero looked over he found himself looking into a pair of brown
eyes. She smiled revealing her beauty, eyes sparkling as she smiled.
Her shoulder length brown hair fell around her face. He gold crown
sat nicely on the top of her head it's stones shimmering in the light
of the fires around them. Her small body frame sat in a large velvet
covered chair.
"Yes,"
Heero agreed.
"It's
just diplomacy," his mother sighed.
"Lady,"
Treize boomed.
"Yes
dear," she replied turning her attention to her husband.
"What
are you two discussing?" he asked her.
"How
boring your dinners are," she replied bluntly.
"Oh?
I'm sorry that I've bored you," Treize replied.
"You
continue on dear and we will just continue on also," she said
patting his hand.
"All
right," he responded, "but I think it would be beneficial
for our son to be a part of this."
"Let
us ask him," she responded turning to Heero. "Would you
rather speak with me or listen to them?"
"If
it's all right, I would rather speak with you," Heero replied quietly.
"Well
dear, that answers that," she said turning back to her husband.
"But
I would like to ask father a question," Heero told them.
Millardo
turned, his eyes wide.
"Why
can't we go out at night?" Heero asked.
"Heero,
are you questioning me?" his father replied. "Because you
should not be. No one questions me!"
"Dear,
calm down," his mother tried to defuse the situation.
"I
will not! No one questions me!" Treize yelled.
"I
don't see why not," Heero replied.
"You
want to see why, I'm tired of this crap," his father was still
yelling. He stood up sending the chair flying.
"Dear,"
his wife groaned.
Heero
stood up from his chair.
"How
dare you!" Treize roared.
Heero
turned and ran through the large doors and from the room. He ran
down the hall, passing Keiandra, who stood up quickly as he stormed
by. She followed him up the stairs and to his room, slipping in just
before he slammed the door shut. Flopping himself down on his bed his
anger subsided and Keiandra lay on the floor next to the bed,
protecting him.
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