Chapter one: A prologue-The reason

This begins after Destiny, a few PLANTs got decimated by the requim cannon, EAF just lost their leader and Orb just scored a victory against the ZAFT forces. The special episode never happened, (cause I think its better this way, Athrun Cagalli forever!). Our heros are still floating in space, trying to decide what to do next. Messiah splat against the moon, Talia, Rey and Dulliandal just died. And at this point…Athrun suddenly remembered…the reason he joined the war…

Disclaimer:Seed nor Destiny I own not, so do me a favour and sue not.

Athrun's story starts here...From patrick Zala's pov...

Lenore. Why have you left me and Athrun like that…

Patrick Zala's eyes started to feel hot as tears began to well up in his eyes, he shut them tightly, willing the tears not to flow out. It was silent and still around him in the car, making its way back to the mansion, at midnight. He was finally left alone to sink in his dark thoughts. He massaged his temples, totally exhausted.

The past two days had been hell for the council, trying to appease the people of plants and contain their own flood of emotions at the same time, more than one member lost someone in this tragedy. InPatrick Zala'sopinion, the PLANTsshould retaliate while the stinking naturals least expect it and kill them once and for all. But apparently Seigel Clyne was too moronic to think so.

The trip home after forty- eight hours awake was unexpectedly dreaded. Half of him wanted to speed all the way home and hug the boy and cry. The still rational part of him was thinking of how to handle the boy. How could he explain to Athrun how Lenore passed away? How could he control his own emotions upon looking at the boy who just lost his mother? Athrun is a quiet and shy boy, hardly subjected to any form of emotional outburst. Furthermore, his view on the situation has been on the same wavelength as Seigel Clyne's. 'Coordinators and naturals are meant to co-exist, there is no need for war' and blah blah blah… If Patrick Zala had been on Junius Seven at that faithful moment instead Lenore (which he would willingly have done), his only regret will be that he was unable to train Athrun to be sensible and ruthless enough to protect himself. One's resolution must be absolute in order to achieve great things; Athrun utterly lacks that quality when it comes to sacrificing others for the greater good.

Upon arriving home, he was greeted by his butler, who informed him that Athrun was doing work in his room. Soon Patrick Zala found himself outside his son's room, gently pressing down the handle, he took a deep breath to brace himself and entered.

He was engulfed by darkness immediately; the only source of light was issued from the desk, where the dim light basked his son's still form in a dull, luminous glow. Athrun is sleeping on the table again. He thought disapprovingly as he reached for a blanket to cover the sleeping youth. He sat down beside the boy and looked at his desk, scattered about was some unfinished schoolwork, instructions for making that blasted mechanical toy for that man's daughter. His gaze gradually fell upon the boy, who was breathing slowly and regularly beneath the thick covering of the fabric. How much he resembled his deceased mother, he inherited the same face shape and hair colour, along with the same calm and quiet demeanor. The only difference that identified him and Patrick was their emerald green eyes.

The boy shuffled under the blanket and muttered something under his breath, it startled Patrick but he recovered quickly, "Athrun, are you awake?" The boy uttered something else and Patrick Zala leaned in to hear more clearly. What he heard strummed a cord in his heart and almost brought tears to his eyes.

"Mother…" The boy was crying now, silent tears made their way down his cheeks as he shifted uncomfortably under the blanket. The sight wrenched his heart, how many others are crying for the lost loved ones now? Young Jule too. How many more experiences will it take for those lowly naturals to learn that coordinators are not to be trifled with!

I'll avenge you, Lenore. For our son, for all of us.

Gently he cradled the sleeping boy in his arms and lay him down on the bed, and at the moment Athrun's eyes snapped open andcried "Mother!"

Patrick saw the momentary display of disappointment in Athrun's eyes as he realized the identity of the person beside him, before it was quickly replaced by the usual lack of emotion. It also told Patrick how close Athrun was to his mother in comparison to him, but it can't be helped. Senators consider it a luxury to see their families once a week.

Athrun hastily wiped his eyes and sniffled, attempting to hide his current emotional state. And then he did something that utterly surprised Patrick.

Patrick Zala did not pull away as those smaller arms wrapped about his neck. A gentle but firm embrace, the boy clung to him as would a baby Koala, drawing comfort from his presence, sharing warmth in his bosom. It was like telling his father… "You are all I have left now…"

Quietly the youth whispered, "Father, I want to have the power to protect others, to protect you…" He voice was muffled for his head was buried in Patrick's chest, but the determination could be heard as he proclaimed the next line in a still, small voice. "I'm going to enlist."

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Review if you please, I changed the first chapter. The real happening starts next, so if you don't like the ending in the series, I encourage you to read on.