A/N: In this story, the Eve Wars did happen, but our heroes were not in it, and it ended with different consequences explained below. This is loosely based on a true story from my country's history. Curious? Then you're invited to read...

I was a spy in Zion.

Prologue: The enigma of Alpha.

Stories are mysterious creations of mankind. Since the beginning of time and over the ages, man spun stories for different motives. Yet in spite of all the tales that man made, there is the one that none can rival: the story of man himself. Perhaps you have never heard of that one before; you may ask about its author or year of publishing... All that I can say is that it is an ageless story. Heard by those who are shrewd enough to hear what days say in young and old hours alike.

Such accounts of life are so beautiful, yet immensely complex. Perhaps I am going off-topic now, but there is a reason behind what I say. You see, I am about to begin a story once told by the days of life. Trouble is, saying that such a thing has a beginning is an understatement of its complexity. Imagine yourself standing before an intricate web of delicate threads. To be able to spread it can be accomplished only by pulling the right end, amidst thousands of ends. And so, even before I delve into the waves of the story, the shores prove a nearly insurmountable obstacle. So mainly the question is: where do I begin?

Beating about the web is the way I will begin this story, hoping that somehow I will find the wanted end. And so: here goes ...

Wars raged hard and fierce during the after-colony era. From the colonies, to the Alliance, to Romefeller, to OZ and those who left it, gun and mobile suit were the accepted pidgin. But none were fiercer that those that ended that series, known by the people as the Eve Wars. Although it ended with the downfall of the Earth Alliance and White Fang, things were not as they seemed. A few years later, something emerged from the ashes of those wars. The United Earth Nations (UEN) was formed. Unfortunately, they learned from those that went before them, thus becoming stronger as the days went by under the shadow of oblivion. The unity between the colonies and some of Earth nations was a constant thorn in their backs. Their increasing wariness of it, added to the unawareness of the people, led to the creation of what was made to destroy that unity.

Zion, the acropolis of peace.

It was an irony, really. Away from prying eyes, the UEN built a huge colony, christened Zion, referring to the promised homeland. But Zion was not a sweet home as people would imagine. It was stationed exactly between the colonies, cutting off their main transportation routes and straining the relationships between them. It was also an excuse for the UEN to interfere in the affairs of the colonies, under the name of protecting a part of it, Zion. The colonies suffered from the intruder among its midst, for the people living in it, known as the Zions, were not prone to keep quiet. They knew their job, and they did it well: stirring up trouble wherever they went and keeping an eye on the colonists. It spread like fire in the brush; in a few years, every colony had communities of Zions, protected by the ever-officious UEN.

The spark of war was still there, but the colonies were now weakened, plagued by Zion agents and spies. The calls of Sanc went deaf against the thundering of warships, and it seemed that UEN had ruled the battlefield.

But, predicaments do strange things to men; it inspired the same spirit that once rose against the Alliance, and now the colonies from L1 to L5 were playing the same game of secrecy. The Colonist Association (CA) was formed to try and retrieve what was lost. Its sole aim was to stand up against the many attacks of the United Nations of Earth's Security (UNES). An organization that was responsible for hundreds of spying webs both in the colonies and Sanc. While the people lived in despair, the CA battled to thrive. It seemed impossible: the UNES was advanced in techniques and technology, backed up by many years of experience. In contrast, the new-born CA had nothing to begin with; in fact, it had to begin from below zero, with the scarce resources it had. In addition to forming a whole new organization of its own, the CA was supposed to advance from less than nothing to rival the biggest system in the universe.

In a nutshell, it needed one hell of a miracle.

But miracles do happen, and the years that followed told stories of heroism never heard before, unmatchable tales of life. The CA fought back, and it won... but that is only the epilogue of hundreds of mesmerizing chapters.

Beating about the web seems to have done something; I guess it's time to start, and I have an idea of where to do so. Perhaps you are wondering who I am, and what story is this, but all will come in due time. It is true that I have changed some names and places, but the events were for real. I was there, and I remember... the tale where miracles rained the sky like shooting stars.

This is the story of a hero... in the place they called Zion.

Case Officer X03: Trowa Barton.

--end of prologue--

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters does not belong to me.

Notes:

Prologue done. Have I got your interest perked? I wonder... Maybe some of you got confused, but Trowa's telling the story. Why him, you'll know later. Next chapters will not be in his POV, rather 3rd person's POV. Please spare some time to write a review; if you have any questions, I'm ready to hear them. Thanks for reading. See you later!

Free Skylark. 23 June 2004.