"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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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