AN: Okay, this is the only time that I will put this in my story. I will not be repeating this in ever chapter that I put up so I'm sorry if forgot that I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the main people. I do how over Own my person, so no you may not have her. She's mine and the best one that popped out of my head, so back off her.

I do hope that you all enjoy my work. If you would like to see what it was before the rewrite, then please go to my page and click on Death's Angel and see the different for yourself. Please comment if you wish and I hope to hear from all of you who have read my work.

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Prologue

Earth was becoming over populated by the year 2030, which lead to scientist and engineers to come up with a solution and they did. They had blue prints and plan to make colonies on the moon but that wouldn't be enough to hold all the extra people, so they made plans to have the brightest and smartest and best workers to go and live on the space station and start building onto it. They scientist had to find a way to make plant growth on the colonies. A small garden room in a space station was one thing, but this was like making a whole new world.

The scientist and engineers have had these plans for years but the plans were never put into action, not until the rumors of war started to reach their ears. The rumors of war had pushed their hand and plans into earlier actions. Parts of the colonies were started on earth as the other went to space station for expansions.

As the colonies were being built, the people in charge of the colony project spoke with the leaders of the world to make agreements that they would not be following the rules of earth's government and will not fall under them either. The colony project called for the best to step up and take responsibility for the people who would be leaving earth. These people would also be responsible for getting people between the people of the earth and colony, not just in the colony.

The peacekeepers of Earth were the Peacecrafts. Milliardo Peacecraft and his wife Miki, as well as their three year old son, were honored for being chosen to be the peacekeepers of Earth. Their home base was at The Sanq Kingdom; just right off the coast of the ocean and it was always warm. They fell into their role very easy.

The peacekeepers for the colonies and the moon were the Lowes. Glen Lowe and his wife Yoko were honored for being chosen to lead the people of the moon and to keep the peace between colony and earth. Though they ha d to keep an eye on the base and live there while everything was being set up, they tried to have a home on Earth waiting for them to return.

War

Nearly two hundred years have passed since the planning and building of the colonies and the peace hasn't been easy to keep, but it was going well. But war is never ending. Once you think you have peace at your door, that's when hell comes knocking and takes you away with a flash or bang; either way, the only thing left after war is empty bodies and blooded fields.

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It was a quiet night on earth, the stars shone brightly and there was only a thumb nail sliver of the moon showing. People home asleep, some out for a night in the towns and other were out to cause trouble. It just took one small group to say that enough was enough and the leaders of the world and colony were hiding secret weapons and war plans and they didn't want those kinds of leaders; so they started to attack the leaders.

The sound of screeching tires, crunching metal and shattering glass rung though the night air; then there was silence. A car was flipped over on the roof, smoke rising from the engine. The smell of gas was in the air and so was the sounds of electric sparks, but no one could tell where it was coming from. A coughed moan, laced with a cry of pain, could be heard coming from the car. A woman, with a very swollen pregnant stomach, crawled out from the passenger side window. Groans, cries, coughs, heavy breathing, and crunch of glass were the only sounds on the road that night as the woman pulled herself to her feet. Blood dripped down the side of her face and mixing with her tears. She looked at the car in confusion; she couldn't remember what had happened. They were just talking and the next thing she knew, she was in pain and upside down.

A sharp pain ran through her stomach and up her pack. She doubled over in pain with a cry, that's when she noticed the blood running down her leg. "Oh god, no." She cried as her knees buckled under her and she feel to the ground with a wave of dizziness, blood pooling around her. She looked over to the car as she cried out for her husband. "Odin!" She called out, but she didn't get a response. "ODIN!" She cried as pain shot through her stomach again. She placed a hand on her stomach as she laid there on the cold road, looking up at the small part of the moon that was her home. "I'm sorry." She whispered as she rubbed her stomach. "I'm so sorry my little ones." Tears streaming down her face as all her dreams of her raising her children with her husband started to fade.

She didn't know how long she had been lying there, but all she could feel now was the numbing coldness of the night air. As she drifted in and out of reality, she could hear the distant sounds of sirens. She cried even harder as she could feel her grasp on reality slipping. "It wasn't supposed to be this way." She cried out. As the darkness closed in on her was when she heard hurried footsteps and voice. She thought she heard someone asking her something and all she could do was groan as she could feel her body being lift up and her world went dark.

A few years later

Two children, brother and sister, sat in a room on the same bed; not liking what was going to happen after today. They looked like normal five year old kids, but once they spoke, you could see where they were different from other kids. They weren't raised by a loving family, but a scientific uncle who raised them to be tools for war. They were taught the basics of fighting and computer programming starting at the age of two and gun handling at three. Now that they were five, it was time for their first mission.

"Why can't we do the missions together? It doesn't feel right doing this without you." The boy said as he looked at his feet hanging off the bed. "It's not fair."

"I know." The girl spoke. "He probable just wants to see if we handle being on our own, just in case something happens." She jumped down off the bed and went to a dress that was placed in between their two beds. She pulled out a pocket knife from the drawer before walked back over to her brother. "Give me your hand." She said.

The boy just raised a brow at her. "Ray? What are you doing?" He asked as he held his hand to himself.

"Oh, don't be such a baby Odin. Just give me your hand." She said and held her hand out for his. Once he placed his hand in hers, she spoke again. "We… are going to make a blood promise." She said. Before she could bring the knife close to his arm, he pulled back.

"Wait." He said as he jumped down and left the room real quick. He came back a moment later with towels and gauze. He placed them on the bed before facing her with a slight smile and held his hand out to her.

Ray just smiled at her brother as she took his and placed the knife's blade on his left wrist. She slid the blade across his skin quickly in a diagonal line. Odin hissed as the blade cut into his skin. Ray quickly took the knife to her own wrist; hissing as well. She grabbed his left arm with hers, bringing the bleeding wrist together. She smiled at him and they both spoke in a language long forgotten by man. : This promise I make to you today. That no matter how far apart we are, weather this life or the next, I shall find you. :

They both laughed and giggled at one another as they cleaned up and bandaged their wrist. For now, they had one another and that's all that matter for the moment. The mission was the farthest thing from their mind. At this small moment, they were just kids being silly.