Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, the characters of Gundam Wing, or Patricia McKillip's book 'The Forgotten Beasts of Eld'.
Note: Yes… Software Apps again. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about my other stories, I just needed to get this damned idea out of my head…
Warning(s): Yaoi. Blood, violence, and much much more fun stuff! XD
Exaudi Nos, et Misrere
"…Hear us, the wretched…"
by: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
Introduction:
There was a silence over the battlefield. The dead remained where they were, their blood thick and stilled in their veins, as they waited for the reaper to come and take their departing souls to their supposed final destination.
Duo Maxwell, commander and leader of the victors of the Maxwell Kingdom, removed his helm, letting his hair from the suffocating metal. The wind let out a soft whisper, carrying down into the sun-filled valley. A long rope of chestnut woven into a braid sashayed in the light breeze and violet-eyes shimmed with pride, for himself and his soldiers.
Many of the remaining soldiers had retreated back to a less bloody place. Crinkling his nose at the sickening smell of blood and earth mixed together, Duo bent down to pick up the sword he had dropped while the enemy had been annihilated.
Some soldiers that stood among the carnage of the long battle bent down, moving from body to body to check for survivors.
A mare whined, calling Duo back to attention of reality. A soldier walked up with a bundle of cloth safely in his arms and the reins of the impatient horse in the other.
"Sire," the soldier began, letting Duo replace his helmet back onto his head. "'Tis best if ye hurry."
"Aye." Duo agreed, placing his foot in the stirrup and mounting the horse. Settling himself comfortably into the leather saddle, he reached down to take the bundle from the man.
A small whine from the horse and a stomp to the padded ground signaled the horse was ready for the long journey. The precious bundle, a small babe, snuggled closer into the warmth of the blanket as Duo settled the infant in the nook of his elbow, making sure he wouldn't fall. It was somewhat awkward for the young soldier to be holding a baby.
The distant loud thumps of war drums made all soldiers get to their feet. They stared off at the direction where the noises were coming from. The enemy was approaching.
"Baker—" Duo was cut off as the soldier names Baker thrust the reins into his hands. The older soldier's eyes were serious as he looked briefly at the child who slumbered despite the landscape.
"Ride." The horse whipped it's head back and forth in a frantic motion. "Ride hard." The mare took off with great agility, the commander leaving the battlefield for his next mission—the one that may determine the ends of these bloody battles…
TBC
