Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing and these stories were originally from a book by Rosemary Sutcliff. The stories may have been changed slightly however. They are based on the legends of Arthur and his knights of the round table..
Authors note: Hi! This was just an idea I came up with during one boring English lesson. Some of it is weird, uh, any character bashing is unintentional, and they may act out of character. To avoid confusion here is a list of the characters of Gundam wing, and who they're supposed to be. I will, however, be calling them by their real names.
Trieze-Arthur
Heero-Lancelot
Duo-Gawain
Trowa-Percival
Quatre-Galahad
Wufei-Bors
Relena-Elaine The Lily
Catherine-Queen Maragawse
Dorothy-Morgan La Fay
Miliardo-Merlin
Hilde-Queen Guenever
Sally Po-Anchoret
Lady une-Linnet
When there is darkness outside, crowding around a certain place and the logs on the hearth burn clear red and fall in upon themselves, making caverns and ships and swords and dragons and strange faces in the heart of the fire that is the time for story telling.
Come closer then and listen……
Many a dark time had befallen what is now known as Britain in the last twenty years, First Rome, and now Saxons were plundering the countryside and people prayed for an absolution, a deliverance.
And one day there came a man, from where he had come, or where he was going to, no one knew. He just appeared. Long blond hair that appeared almost white continually swirling about his shoulders, strange piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare at your soul.
His name was Miliardo, born of a mortal mother but not a mortal father. And men called him the wizard.
It came to pass that the weak old king had a son, and in the giving of this child, the mother died. Soon, the old king died as well, the child disappeared, and the country fell into disarray.
For many years, the lords of Great Britain warred against one another in desperate attempts to claim the throne, all failed. Until one day a miracle happened.
It was Christmas tide eve, and the people of London had gathered in the cathedral to hear mass and to pray for an end to the terrible wars of which I have just related.
As they walked outside into the darkening churchyard, the people beheld a great wonder. For where there had been a small patch of grass, now stood a mighty stone, and in this stone, standing tall and proud, was embedded a sword. Emblazoned on the hilt were these words.
Who so pulleth out this sword from this stone, is
trueborn king of England.
Many tried, all failed.
And so the years wore on, occasionally someone would try to pull the sword, put to no avail.
Until one day the people in despair of ever finding the true king, called to all the knights in the land. Telling them, that a great tournament would be held on Christmas morning, and whoever was the winner would be crowned King.
Now, news of this reached a lord called Sir Ector, and he in his turn (as he was now growing old) told his son Kay, who, willing to try out his luck, after being newly knighted called upon his adopted brother Trieze to be his squire.
Trieze was about nineteen years at this time.
When they arrived at the jousting ground, Kay found he had left his sword at the inn they had stayed at the previous night, and sent Trieze back to get it.
But, when Trieze arrived back at the inn he found the door locked, and no one around. And so in despair he headed back.
But, as he was walking a picture came into his mind; it was of a sword, in a stone in a churchyard. Following this image up Trieze ran to the church where morning mass had been said.
And there, standing tall and proud was the sword.
As Trieze took the sword in his hands, preparing to pull, a strange feeling came over him, like an emotion he couldn't describe, it felt as though this one event would change destiny.
Shaking the feeling off, Trieze tugged on the sword, which
slid out of the rock as easily as if it had come out of a well-oiled sheath.
Whereupon he made all possible haste back to the tournament.
As he thrust the sword into Kay's hand, he noticed his foster brother was turning very white. "What's wrong?" Trieze asked puzzled.
"Where…did you get this?" Kay asked, he seemed to be having great difficulty in speaking, almost as though through a mouthful of meat.
"It was sticking out of a great stone in the churchyard, why."
Kay did not reply, he simply wheeled his horse about and galloped off, towards the field.
Trieze shrugged and continued to watch his brother. Kay seemed to be pointing first towards the town, and then towards him as he talked to a stern faced knight.
Suddenly the knight cried out in a loud voice. "Halt, someone has pulled the sword from the stone."
Everyone in the place came to a halt. You could have heard a pin drop.
Then a voice came out from the crowd, "Who pulled the sword
out?"
"This boy." Replied Kay.
At this ridiculous statement the crowd began to chuckle, then to laugh, a mere boy, pulling out the greatest sword in history from it's stone?
"Come," cried the voice, "let us go back to the churchyard and see this miracle.
And so, that is how they came upon Christmas Eve to be standing there.
Once Trieze had replaced the sword, many men tried to draw it, and once more, all failed, until at last, Trieze stepped up, and drew the sword. And the people of Britain had a king again.
In the moment of crowning as Trieze knelt before the alter to swear loyalty to god there appeared a man, whose white/blond hair seemed to swirl about his head in a constant and unseeable wind.
With his piercing blue eyes he looked around the assembled men. "It's Miliardo, the wizard." Came the whispers, like ripples spreading out on the surface of a pond.
"People of this land," came the clear voice, quiet, and yet every man in the room could hear it, "today you have your king."
Once these words had been spoken a great cheer rose from the crowd, and people flocked to greet the High King of Britain.
From the moment of his crowning Miliardo was with Trieze, giving advice and wisdom whenever he needed it.
Unfortunately, the one time Trieze truly needed Miliardo, he was not there.
Now, before Trieze was ever born, his mother had given birth to two daughters, the older called Catherine, and the younger called Dorothy.
Both wanted the throne for themselves and fell to plotting
against one another and Trieze.