Disclaimer: :shot of Forgetful searching cracks in the ice in Antarctica. Snow blizzards around her and she is a walking snowman...uh...woman.: I've searched the whole of this goddamn freezing place, and still haven't found the deeds to Gundam Wing. I don't own it, but I will one day! Stay tuned for more adventures of 'Forgetful, and the lost treasure of the Gundam Wing ownership papers'!

Warnings: Shounen-ai. 1x2 3x4 mainly, 6x9 as a tiny tiny, mentoned once side, probably 13x5, depending on how many Wuffie/Treize fans are reading. :grin: Really bad spelling (I will try), maybe some bad language, but perhaps not even that. No lemon, I doubt lime. In either sense of the word. (There's two different meanings in this community, it's weird. --;) Urrr, I might go into gore in places I get too carried away on, but that's not for a good while anyways.

Otherwise: This is mostly unplanned. It has a rough plot, but everything that happens aside from the main prophecy and the big flashy ending is just random waffle and ideas that attack me at my most vulnerable time; In my sleep. :cries: Oh the plot bunnies! So...yeah. Heero, I made him more 'human' in this. Tell me if his character bugs you, and I'll change it. If you want me to put anything in, say more of a pairing or a certain place, I'll be happy to. I'm just not very good with romance. :is sheepish: Meh, help with fluff VERY welcome.

Oh, and don't worry if it's hard to understand. Please persevere with it, I'll explain everything by chapter three, honest. Well, almost everything, some identities may have to remain hidden for the plot's sake. :wink: It's crippled enough as it is, that poor plot, leave it alone. :disappears with pout:

Pure

A Fantasy By Forgetful

The Scripture of Tomorrow

Prophecy of The End by Charles Bradwin

"All ends must have a beginning, and the end of Meinera is no different. Meinera will fall, her pure wings stained with the blood of her people, and this will all be started by The Beginning. The prophecy tells us:

The Beginning is golden like an angel, and he is loved by many, loves many. He has no wicked intent, but evil will mislead him, and take him to the Regretful Fields to bring the Ages of Sin.

These ages - seven in number, a moon each in length - will symbolise the beginning of The End. This will be all the time the four Warriors have to assemble, all the time the four Angels will have to emerge. Only this short seven moons will be enough for the Sky Lord to realise his potential. Though once they are together, they will be the miracles, and they will be a power great.

Together, these miracles will have to rear an army to fight The End, and this army will all perish, even if the miracles remain. Whether they succeed in surviving or Meinera is plunged into darkness does not matter, for even if they defeat The End time and time again, one generation will fail, and that will be the end of all beginnings, the last of all ends."

X

Zechs heard the voice again, felt the pull on his hand. It seduced his soul, pulling him along in the sweet caress of its tones, nudging him gently forward. The stone was close, it was a beautiful white marble in a meadow filled with white daisies and poppies of the deepest blood red. The little blue flowers reminded him of tears, and he wondered why he had images of blood and tears in such a beautiful place.

"Here we are, this is what I wanted to show you." It was a child's voice, a little girl, but it would often suddenly turn into a fiery but kind woman. Sometimes it would take the role of a father also, it had been with him for at least a week now. Noin had thought him sick, and had called the doctor many times, but each time the medical man just shaken his head sadly. Noin couldn't work out what was wrong, Zechs didn't think there was anything wrong. It was't hurting anyone, maybe it was just a lost spirit that needed help, or had been sent to help him? He wasn't going to deny one that may be sent by the Goddess Meinera.

" What is it?" He asked, unaware that to anyone else, he was talking to himself.

"It is your destiny."

"What does that mean?"

" It means you are The Beginning." All the voices merged as one, overwhelming his brain. Alarm bells went off, but it was too late. In his moment of weakness, the voice had pushed through and moved his hand to rest palm up on the marble, and in that instant the field was gone. The poppies merged to make rivers of crimson life-blood. The trees were bent over and charred by some unholy fire, and there were bones. Bones and bones and bones, and the voice.

" You are The Beginning. You are The Beginning of The End, yours are the hands who begin the eighth cycle, and the eighth time Meinera has to fight to stay alive. You are The Beginning. This is the Field of Regrets, where you shall wallow away and meet your end. You are The Beginning and we are The End. You are The Beginning. You are The Beginning...

X

Heero ignored the raging rain outside and looked over the texts once more. There was little there that he didn't already know, and most of it was proclamations of some god or another, a loyal deciple persuading people that by prayer alone they could avoid the pain which The End presented. He snorted to himself. Heero knew better, Heero had been trained on The End since he was four, and Heero was going to stop it.

Ever since he'd been brought into the Midnight Temple of Meinera he'd been taught about the prophecy; The End, The Beginning, the people needed to stop the end from ever coming to fruition. All the little facts he had stored neatly away in his head, to be brought out when he needed them, it was surprising he knew how to read and write having dedicated most of his time to the transcripts and scrolls.

" Heero." He turned in his chair, tired eyes coming to rest on a short old monk. His long robes drifted along the floor, rustling in the little drafts storms always produced, and he leaned heavilly on a gnarled old stick. He was the Master of this shrine. The high priest Doji who ran the magnificent palace known as the Midnight Temple, helping people pray and make offerings to Meinerva, the Earth Goddess of all. "Tell me what you are feeling." Heero slitted his eyes a little, but complied with the strange request.

" I...I am exhausted, but I know I can't sleep. My mind frets, although more with an unknown energy than worry. And I think, I might be...ready. I feel surefooted in the footsteps I am to echo." He finished the difficult speech. Analysing feelings was hard for him, as he couldn't often make sense of what he felt. The old Priest broke into a gin.

" Textbook answer my boy, but so you should be. I think that energy might be...excitement perhaps? You're looking forward to this, I can tell." Heero looked away, with a ghost of a smile on his lips. He gave a slight nod.

" It's what my life's been leading to."

" Hmm. I just had hoped you'd be a little older." Heero frowned as the old man angrilly looked at the floor.

" I can do this." He assured. "I will, you know I have to."

" I don't doubt that Heero. I just, just wanted you to have a little time to yourself before it happened. Meinera's Spirit, you're still a child! Although destined for this burden I wanted you to experience some times that you could look back on with a smile. In case...Just in case." He threw up his hands in a gesture of tired defeat.

" I'm fifteen, I can meet all expectations."

" But what of your life? Do you not want for a childhood, do you not long for a time you can truly claim pure, unblemished happiness? I fear I could not ever give that to you! And still can't, I could never be the children you wanted to play with, or the mother you needed the embrace of. I can't live for you Heero, but by now I'm afraid you've lost the chance to live for yourself as well." There was silence as the words sunk in. Yes, a childhood...He had wanted to play, but it was for a greater good that he studied and learned. It wasn't certain that any of the other Four would know or understand any of what they would have to undertake. Heero had to know, for all their sakes."You leave in the morning. I hope some of that made sense to you, but please, I don't want to have you leave on a bad note." Heero looked up, and then pulled his whole body out of the chair. He and Doji were the same size, both of them smaller than a fully grown adult. Doji because he was shrunken in age and Heero because he was not yet of age. He gave the old man a light embrace and had his hair ruffled in response. "There. Bed now, I don't care if you can't sleep, you are not falling asleep in your saddle. Who heard of a hero doing that, hmm? Come to think of it, no-one's heard of the Heero doing that either, so I doubt that would happen. But, either way, to bed! Off with you now."

" Goodnight Master."

" Goodnight." Bowing slightly, Heero turned and left the room. His bare feet padded on the freezing pink-marble floor, and the drafts tore at his bedclothes. He shiverred slightly, and glanced out of the glass window. The shrine was below him in the courtyard, and though there was nothing there, his eyes were drawn to it for no reason.
" What is it?" He murmured to himself. He started when something moved, but was immediately at the stairs a second later. What am I doing? He thought, but couldn't stop himself, there was something...

The archways that led out into the square looked like doors, the rain was so thick. Using his arm to shield his face, Heero ran out across the lawn to the saftey of the shrine.

" Hello?" He called. Walking toward the alter, he noticed some of the food offerings were gone. They'd been replaced with two golden loops, which was an uncommon offering in itself, but why was the food gone? A follower of Meinera wouldn't eat her gifts, surely?

There was the sound of footsteps behind him and he span to catch a flash of white, which disappeared into the rain instantly. Gone.

When Heero got back to his room, wet, grumpy and cold, he shed the clothes and pulled on a new nightshirt. Bed, that's all he wanted.

The next morning greeted him with drizzle tapping on his window shutters, a draft sneeking through the bed covers and the thought of a long journey on horseback ahead of him. Groaning, he sat up and rubbed at his eyes sleepilly.

He splashed a little water from the cracked china basin on his face, and his training kicked in. He moved around the room in an organised fashion, collecting bags previously packed and checking for anything forgotten. He took them to the base of the staircase with ease, and all too soon found himself at the front of the temple he'd known as 'home' since he'd been old enough to walk. He tightened the saddlestraps, and knelt out of respect to say what he promised wouldn't be the final goodbye.

" Remember, I want a letter from every civilised stop you come to, and descriptions detailed to the point I would recognise each of the other four on the spot." Doji ordered. Heero nodded, and looked up as Doji walked over to the shrine and plucked the Holy Bow from above it. "This is a weapon of the Four. I charge you with its care. This is not your weapon, Heero." Doji explained, looking a little agrieved. "Yours is lost still, but this belongs to the third found." Heero nodded wordlessly, and accepted the bow by standing and strapping it to his back. He resumed his kneeling position and Doji placed a hand on his head, a symbol of affection, of lending strength to a boy starting out on a journey alone. He sighed. It would be so much easier of he could go with Heero, he'd raised the boy, after all, and could hardly bring himself to let the young man he knew almost as a son go out into the clutches of danger. Alas, he was too old to hope to survive the journey. He would make do with the promise that Heero would return with the other three once they'd been found and before they did anything. It would be interesting to see what hand Meinera dealt him. He only hoped they could handle it.

" I will return Master Doji, with the weapons and the Four bonded beyond betrayal. I will find the Angels as well. I will not fail, not with so much at stake."

" Don't take too much on your young shoulders Heero, you cannot support all the weight. Please remember to trust the Four, perfection won't get you through the ceremony alone." Doji looked into the boy's eyes. He had never trusted anyone completely, no-one but Doji, and trusting strangers would be an alien and next to impossible concept for him.

" I...I will try to remember that. I will always remember your teachings, Master." Heero gave a flicker of a smile.

" I know my boy. Now go, I'm sure you have a map in your head already." Heero's eyes danced with vigour, and Doji only saw it as a good sign. Heero pulled himself up onto his horse. Looking down, he smiled slightly at the old man below him.

" Goodbye Master Doji, expect my return with at least one other companion." The Temple Master simply gave a nod of his own, and Heero turned his horse onto the road that would lead him into the big, wide world. Behind him the man that had raised him like a parent, before him the promise of people who would become closer to him than the family he could never claim to have had.

X

Riding soon became inconvinient and boring. Heero had the feel of a general direction; a pull on his very being that he'd felt since as far back as he could remember. It had grown stronger now that he had the bow strapped to his back.

He'd been told about the pull, something which he'd grown to ignore as it was a part of his daily life. It would narrow his search down a little...But only a little. And 'a little' in a big place like Meinera wasn't very helpful. In scriptures he'd read about feeling an unmistakable buzz when he found one of the Four, and that specific events would lead him to the other three, but he didn't trust those events to come at any convenient time.

There were three people he had to find specifically, yes. All around his age, all with extroadinary talents and an intimidating challenge ahead of them that some of them might not even know about at that point in time. But that wasn't all, he had to find four 'Angels' as well. For where the Four were boys, the Angels were girls. They were less specific, more elusive, and he had no idea if the pull he had would lead him to them. Absently he noted the sun setting, and continued plodding along towards the nearest town. That of Arrowsmith.

The night was on him suddenly, and rather than bedding down he continued on. Doji had told him not to stop on the highways, and to keep going unless on a village or country road. With the menacing trees and lack of people, Heero wasn't going to doubt his advice. It was this continued movement that brought him to his first challenge, one he hadn't expected to have to deal with so soon.

It appeared to be the corpse of a young girl. The figure was white-pale, and dainty, and Heero pulled over if only because his sense of right and wrong told him he shouldn't leave a corpse unburied, or a maid in need alone. Of course, he could see little, and the girl had blue skin in the moonlight, stark against the dark road. Her hair was light as well, maybe white or blond. The tunic she wore was stained with blood and dirt, and it too was pale, although decorated prettilly with emroidered patterns.

Sliding off the horse, he knelt down beside her and swept his cloak aside. He reached out to touch an arm, and found it cold, but something was just...there. He knew it. Moving his grip to her wrist, he found a weak pulse. Rolling her over he decided he would try to keep her alive through the night. If she survived, he would, for lack of a better word, nurse her.

Only...She was a he. That was shock alone, and it would have been nearly impossible to tell in the obscure light if not for the gash in the tunic showing a clearly flat chest. He realised quickly that this could be one of the 'specific events' the scriptures mentioned, but he felt no buzz. He wasn't drawn to the boy, and he couldn't detect any of the warm belonging described by one of the Four who'd been part of the generation before him. Yes, that's right. The Four had already been and gone in the past, seven times to be exact.

" Damn." He muttered, bundling the boy into his arms and carrying him to the horse. It wouldn't be sensible to set up camp there and then, but the boy needed protected rest and he supposed that's what he intended to provide.

A/N: Well well, tadaa. The writing tone is a little stuck up, I apologise. It's just because I'm settling into a new story with new readers, and I have to find my niche and my tone. It'll be sorted by chapter 3, promise.

I'm just weird that way. Anyway, there was another story by the same title that I wrote once, and it got added to a C2 but I got no reviews. I'm sorry to everyone who was reading that, but I got no feedback and didn't feel that interested in writing it, so it slowed to a halt and started rotting away much like my Pretear fic. I took it down and replaced it with this one, which I assure you will NOT be continued if no feedback is recieved. So, please go look at the review count at the top of this page now. Done it? Does it say zero or some pitiful number like two? Well, if it does please review. Please? I really need the cast of faithful reviewers to be filled by you dutiful fangirl reviewers! (Or fan boys.)

Many thanks! Forgetful.