Just here's another one of those second generation fics,
except me being Rue Sorrows and stupid, I try to make the plot as original as I
can…or as my imagination lets me.
Now, once again, I am attempting to make a Second Generation
fic that is not like the rest, so please give it a try.
You have to understand something about me…I hate
romances. I can't stomach them. There are only a precious few that hit me
(check my favorites list…only one author there and her stories are
romances!) Now if you have read most of
my fics you will see that they all have nothing to do with romance, and if
there is, it's only made obvious, but that's it. I think so far, Kingdoms' Masks has the most romance in it…(well,
planned that is…I haven't typed much on it).
Great, I made an essay out of the pairings heading. I'll just leave it this way so you people
can see how my mind works…scary ain't it.
Yeah, and I have to live with it 24/7.
This mind even plagues me in my sleep.
Though I have to admit, I wouldn't trade my dreams for anything.
A secret fanatic group is out to separate the Space Colonies
from the Earth Sphere. They call
themselves the Liberators, claiming the Earth Sphere has been holding back the
Colonies, and once again becoming dictators.
But first, all opposition and obstacles have to be destroyed. The Liberators are mostly veterans from the
wars, all still remembering the Gundams and the terror that they struck in the
hearts of everyone in Earth and Space.
Except the Gundam Pilots assisted in stabilizing the Earth's power over
the Colonies.
The Gundam Pilots were the enemy.
The Gundam Pilots must die.
All obstacles had to be removed before the Glorious
Liberation could begin.
But the Gundam Pilots are no longer teenage boys, but men
with families of their own. Their
children raised in a time of peace, with no conception of war, sacrifice, or
death. Children, who for the sake of
privacy and protection, have no idea of their parents' stained pasts. Children whose worlds are about to be torn.
Children who have to grow up fast or die as history begins
to sadly repeat its bloody path.
"I saw two roads stretching before us. If we take the easiest, it will appear the
best at the beginning, but darkness will fall at the end, never to be
lifted. If we take the other road, it
will be hard and difficult to travel.
It could cost the lives of some we love, dear boy. Worse, it may cost others their very
souls. But only through these great
sacrifices may we find hope."
Fizban to Tasselhoff Burrfoot (PG 300)
Dragon Lance
Chronicles: Dragons of Winter Night
By: Margaret Weis and Tracey Hickman
Zara was bored out of her wits. She sank deeper into the sofa, sulking and pouting. Beside her sat her mother, back straight,
keen violet eyes on the vid screen, watching with a frown as a man spoke about
something about politics. Zara could
care less! Zara was tempted to groan,
but knew that she would receive a sharp little pinch on her thigh if she did
so.
Her mother would not have any disrespect.
Zara looked up from her sulking position and put on the most
pitiful expression on her face, hoping to get her mother's attention and
sympathy. After all, Zara was thirteen
and there was a cool show on the other channel that Zara had started to
watch. Unfortunately, when her mother wanted
to see something, it didn't matter if the president himself was watching something,
her mother would watch it.
Only her father would have none of it.
"There are plenty of vid screens in this house, go upstairs
and open that one."
Of course, then her
mother would kick her father out their room for the night, but her father would
only smile and go sleep in Shadi's room.
That was her father, ever patient no matter what he faced. Calm in the face of an angry mother…her mother…her
father was defiantly brave, even if he didn't look it.
Unfortunately, her father wasn't around to defend his only
daughter from his wife from domineering the vid screen.
"Umiiiiii…" Whined
Zara, unable to take the drabble any longer.
"I was watching something."
"Quiet."
Zara blinked at this, and frowned at the vid screen. Her mother had spoken to her in a whispering
hiss, her voice strained in what sounded suspiciously like fear. Shadi sounded like that after his night
terrors. Zara took a closer look at her
mother, and this time actually saw her mother.
Her mother had her long blond hair tied in a tight 'no
nonsense' braid, her face was looking pale, and sweat glistened on her
forehead. Her lips were pursed in a
thin line, and her hands that were resting on her lap were actually clenched
tightly and slightly shaking. Zara had
never…ever seen her mother like this.
Not even when Shadi had that seizure after one of his night terrors, and
had to be rushed to the nearest hospital facility. He had nearly died, but her mother had stayed calm and strong,
just like her father. Her mother was
not one to show fear at a simple speech.
Quite suddenly, her mother surged to her feet with a curse,
"Shit."
Zara had been startled at her mother's sudden movement, but
she gaped at the course language. This
was the woman who had dragged Shadi in a headlock and literally washed his
mouth with soap when Shadi had dared to say 'Go to Hell'. Course language was not tolerated in the
household. Not in any language or form.
Zara nearly cried out when her mother grabbed her arm so
hard that it hurt and pulled her off the sofa.
Her violet eyes were wild with fear and worry when she asked, "Zara,
where're Shadi and your father? Where
are they?!"
Zara swallowed hard, almost feeling her mother's fear
flowing into her. She was confused and
frightened by this. But even though she
was confused, she managed to speak, "I…I think in Baba's study. Umi…what's wrong?"
This time she did cry out in pain when her mother turned and
started dragging her to the study in a run.
The grip was like iron, and her mother's long nails were digging into
her exposed flesh. "Umi! Stop!
You're hurting me! Umi!"
Zara stopped crying out when her father came in at a dead
run, dragging a confused looking Shadi behind him. Her father was grim, and looked nearly gray as he looked his wife. "They're coming."
Zara's mother nodded, "I know. What do we do?"
"You take the kids and leave." Was his immediate and firm reply.
But Zara's mother would have none of it. "Stupid.
I'm not leaving you."
"The kids…" Hissed
Zara's father through his teeth. He
looked angry and disturbed. His hand
held Shadi's smaller one protectively.
Her father was always protective over Shadi. He didn't spoil him, but he never let anyone hurt him. Zara knew that her father was also
protective over her as well, but Shadi was younger, Shadi was sensitive, and
Shadi had those night terrors. Zara
knew that her father knew that she could basically take care of herself. She was like her mother, tough. But Shadi was like her father, as her father
had said tenderly many times, and that is what cut him deep.
"No!" Shouted Zara's
mother. Then her voice broke, "No…I
won't leave you. The kids will run, but
I'm not leaving you. Do you understand
me?!" Zara stared in awed horror as her
mother suddenly broke down and started to sob harshly. When she looked she saw Shadi staring at his
mother, his large violet eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Don't cry, Umi," Those eyes begged.
Zara was had the urge to sneer at her brother and hiss,
"Sissy." But this was not the
time. This talk of them leaving…what
was going on? Why would they go
anywhere without their parents?
"I'm not going to allow you to be dragged into this
too!" Her father shouted. Zara gaped at her father, as did Shadi. Hardly did they ever hear their father yell
at anybody, and never at their mother.
But Zara's mother faced her husband's anger without a
flinch. "Make me then." She hissed through her tears.
Zara's father looked away angrily. He then looked down at Shadi who was pulling at his hand to get
his attention. "Baba, you can't make
Umi come with us."
Zara gave her brother a dirty look. Why did the little brat act like he knew
what was going on? She hated when he
put on airs like that. He was eleven
and sometimes acted he knew everything that happened inside the house and
outside. This was the same boy who
would constantly wake up screaming in the middle of the night, claiming that
his nightmares were real.
Zara was about to hiss at Shadi to shut up when suddenly she
felt the floor shake. Gasping she
looked around with wide eyes as the mirrors and chandeliers trembled. A portrait of the present President and her
father fell from its hook on the wall and crashed to the ground, glass and wood
flying everywhere.
Her mother suddenly lunged at her father, embracing him, and
dragging Zara with her. Zara stood
stiff and confused as her father wrapped his arms around her and her mother,
Shadi cocooned in between the three of them.
Zara marveled at how her father managed to hold all three of them. Her father was not a big man, only a few
inches taller than her mother. Yet
still, Zara found herself thinking like a child again: Her father was the strongest man in the
Colonies and Earth.
Then the four separated, and Zara's stomach knotted, and her
throat felt clogged. Zara never
cried. She was strong, and believed
that if she cried then she would be weak.
Shadi was different; Shadi was crying, and still trying to hold on to
his parents. Zara wondered what was the
matter with him. Fine they were leaving
without their parents, but they'd just come back and see them again until
whatever was wrong was fixed.
There was nothing to cry about.
Her father then turned to her, his eyes suspiciously misty
as he spoke, "Listen Zara, I know you don't understand what is happening, and
that you are frightened, but you have to stay calm. Take your brother out through the back, and leave the estate
grounds through the secret passage by the lake that I showed you two a couple
of years ago. Do you remember it?"
Zara had the urge to say boldly that she was not scared, but
opted to nod. She remembered the
passage, as did Shadi since they used to play in there. After all, Zara was too old to play in dank
and muddy passages with her little brother, she was practically a teenager.
"Good," Continued her father hurriedly. "Now, once you get off the land, go to the
nearest shuttle bay, and rent yourself a small shuttle for the two of you…"
Zara cut off her father, "But Baba, what about our private…"
"No Zara," Her father was already shaking his head. "You cannot use anything that has our name
on it. Here," He shoved into her hand a
load of credits. "Use these, give me
any cards that you have."
Again the floor shook, this time the tremors even more
pronounced.
"Ignore that, Zara," Her father said impatiently, taking his
daughter's face into his hands firmly, keeping her focused on him. "Give me all your cards, anything that has
our name on it."
Zara hastily nodded, now admitting to herself that she was
frightened. Quickly, with shaking
fingers, she pulled out all her cards, as did Shadi, and handed them to her
father. He pocketed them, and then
continued, "Once you're in the shuttle, place this disk into the autopilot
mechanism." He handed a small black
program disk. "It will take you one of
the Colonies, and will dock at a private docking bay. A friend of ours, Zara, owns it.
He will help you once you tell him who you are and what happened."
Zara blinked at her father incredulously. There were so many holes. Which Colony? Who was the friend? Why
was he not offering these answers?
"Baba…" Started Zara, but she
stopped when Shadi shook his head, silently imploring her not to fuss.
Zara wanted to hit him.
Their mother spoke.
"Go now. Run and don't you dare
turn back, no matter what."
Zara blinked, this not making any sense at all. Why wouldn't they return?
Her father took her hand and Shadi's hand and brought them
together. "You two…" He whispered, his voice firm and more serious
than Zara had ever heard him. "Protect
each other. Don't leave one another, no
matter what happens between the two of you."
He looked at Zara, and she swallowed hard. "Zara, you are the eldest, and must take care of your
brother. Whether he likes it or not,
you know more than he does. But you
must be gentle, Sweetheart. He is your
brother first, someone younger and less knowledgeable second. Balance yourself,
Zara."
Her mother made a noise to hurry, so her father turned to
Shadi and said, "Shadi…listen to your sister.
Don't give her a hard time. You
are my son, and the man now. Protect
Zara. Listen to her when she tells you
something. You don't have to agree,
just listen and think. Right now, you
know more of what's going on, so you must tell her once you're on the
shuttle. Be a man, Shadi. Please, you two are all you've got for a
time. No matter what be strong, and
don't let anyone break you apart.
"Protect each other…"
Zara screamed when this time the floor seemed to lurch,
sending her sprawling on the floor.
They all fell except her father, who quickly lifted them up. "Go now.
Hurry. Don't turn back."
He hugged them, and Zara once again felt the knot in her
stomach and throat. Their mother hugged
them, and then shoved them away. She
was crying as she yelled at them, waving her hand threateningly, "Go! Dammit, what are you waiting for?!"
Zara stood frozen, unable to move. No. This did not feel
right. She didn't want to leave. What about clothes? What about servants? What about those frightening shakes? What were they? No, she wouldn't move.
Then Shadi was by her, hastily pulling her away. "C'mon Zara. Move it!"
Then, her father smiled, and Zara felt her eyes sting, and
her vision swim. Why was it that his
smile, the one that always sang of happiness and hope, was tight with
despair? "Stop smiling…" She begged, so soft that only Shadi heard
it. He lifted his head and looked from
her to their father. Zara felt that he
understood.
She finally allowed Shadi to lead her away. She wanted to reach and hold them, and never
let them go. Why was it that this
fearful farewell felt so final? As they
rounded the corner, Shadi turned to her, his larger violet eyes pleading,
"Zara, snap out of it. I can't drag you
the whole way. Zara!"
Zara was shaken to the core. She understood a little now.
They were running away.
Something bad was coming and they were leaving their parents. They were running away, and their parents
were going stay.
"Zara!" Cried Shadi.
Zara shook herself away from her brother's grasp. "Don't touch me." She said coldly. "Lets
get out of here."
She saw hurt in Shadi's eyes, but chose to ignore it. She was hurt too. Swallowing bile that threatened to come out, Zara said, "Lets go,
Shadi."
Shadi looked up at her, then nodded. He was crying.
"Stop it." She said
as she started to run. "Its not
helping."
She saw the Shadi ducked his head. Well, at least she didn't have to see his tears. She wouldn't cry. No, she would be the strong one of the two. No tears would be shed from her. She would
never cry.
*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*
"…And breaking news:
The radical group known as the Liberators have just stormed into the
President of Winner Enterprises, Quatre Raberba Winner's L4 home estate, and
have taken Mr. Winner and his wife, the Lady Dorothy Catalonia, hostage. The Liberators attacked the estate with one
Mobile Suit armed with a beam rifle.
How the group acquired the mobile suit,
and beam rifle are still unknown.
It is unknown if the couple are injured. No demands have been made.
"Now, it has been reported that their two children, Zara
Winner, and Shadi Winner are missing.
Their whereabouts unknown. If
you have seen them please contact the authorities of your Colonies. Zara is a female, thirteen years old, 4 foot
ten. She has long blond hair that is
usually in a braid or ponytail, and turquoise/sea green eyes. Shadi is male, age eleven, and is 4 foot 6. His eyes are violet.
"Once again, if you have any information on the whereabouts
of the two Winner children, please contact the authorities."
To Be Continued…
EXTRA NOTES: So,
should I continue or delete it from my mind?
Is it different? Probably not
that different so far. By the way,
isn't Zara such a nice name? I met a
little girl by that name, and I just had to use it! Where did I get Shadi from?
Heh, well, if people wonder what Rue does for a living (other than study
for classes), Rue works with kids, and one of the kids that constantly gives
her a headache (but she adores immensely) is a little mischievous imp by the
name of Shadi. And he's Arab!!!! Quatre is Arab, so it would be obvious that
he'd give his kids Arab names(I'm not
sure if Zara is Arabic, though it does sound like it). I don't know a lot of
Arabic names, other than the usual people always here, but this one just
sounded nice and gentle to my ears.
::smiles:: Sorry, I'm
babbling…as you can see I put a lot of thought to the names.
God I'm babbling again.
By the way, has this ever happened to you: A complete stranger, a person you don't
know, starts a conversation with you while waiting for the stupid elevator,
then suddenly tells you…these are the exact words, "You are too cynical. Your still to be young to be like that."
What were we talking about?
Classes and credits. How can you
be cynical about that?!
I mean, I wouldn't wish my life on anyone. But still, I wouldn't change a thing, cause
it made me who I am. But since
that…person…I wonder if I sound cynical without meaning too. I don't want to. I am happy, and I don't want to seem anything else. I mean, if you were happy and fine, would
you want people to think the opposite?
To tell you how paranoid I am, I've been going around asking
family members and friends if I'm cynical.
Iamnotcynical!!!!!
Oh well, gotta go!
Read and tell me what ya think!
