Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam 00. The story is for recreational purposes only.

Warning I: May include mild language and minor violence.

Warning II: The technical terms of Gundam confuzzle me so please excuse my ignorance if anything is inaccurate. XD

::Prologue::

I remember clearly the day I awoke from The Change.

The blinds blocked the sunlight from streaming through the cracks allowing darkness to fully consume the cramped room; it gave the enclosing walls the illusion of being even smaller, a feat I never dreamed possible. Like every other day I stumbled and stubbed my toe. I cursed and winced.

I hated the darkness; it always made me feel as though I were being swallowed whole. Like every morning my first order of business was to switch on the light, which flickered for a moment as always before granting me the privilege of sight. My uniform hung limply from the handle on the back of the door. There was no closet, there was no room.

The action itself of dispelling the shadows took less than five steps. It only another three to shuffle into the miniature bathroom. My elbows banged against the walls. It had felt impossible to live in such a space, but I found as time progressed so did my ability to navigate.

It was the pool of glass hanging above the sink that had caught my attention. I had not paid heed to the throbbing within my skull; it did not seem to matter as it had been constant for the past month. But now it suddenly seemed so vital. How had I missed it?

This had been expected yet it was such a surprise. I combed boney fingers through once chocolate curls that had taken on a dark plum color. Everything was sharp; my nose, my chin, my cheekbones. Even my eyes had taken a narrower mold; the violet orbs masked beneath thick lashes were more cat-like than ever before. I was the same but entirely different.

But it went beyond my physical appearance.

I was suddenly aware. The thoughts of my colleagues pulsated, fading in and out of my own ponderings. We understood, together. We acted as one. We moved as one. We were one.

As a unit we could fulfill our labeled destiny.

Guiding humanity was more than a goal; it was a reason to live.

Without it we were nothing.

Sometimes memories of my past life flood beneath my sockets and for a moment I am sad. But regret is bad; it's for those who deem themselves unworthy. Which I am not.

But still…those words linger until with each passing second the whispers build and build into a piercing scream that all I can do to stay conscious is to expel the pent up air from my lungs in an ear-slitting shout. My voice will always drown out theirs. Always.

-00-

"This is an honor Guinevere," he smiled allowing his lips to pull back and expose petite dimples. Behind him my mother stood, her hand clasped securely onto his shoulder blade mirroring his expression and I could feel my heart flutter within my chest.

"Thank you…" I giggled shyly, tucking a brown lock of hair behind an ear. "I worked so hard."

"We know," Mother gushed tenderly. "A full-ride scholarship to The Institute of Academic Arts is a rare thing. I just…" she laughed tilting back her head in the graceful manner she always possessed, rain or shine, tossing back her golden mane. "I just am so proud."

"Celestial being will have gained a fantastic addition." But father failed to see the grin slip from my mouth; he was too busy shouting for my sister.

Celestial Being; the organization my parents annually funded. They fought for peace amongst humanity through the use of warfare and it always perplexed me so, and it frustrated me further that I failed to understand. The military, The A-Laws, were much more educated to serving mankind. They have been specifically trained for their purpose and are more aware of the outcomes and their consequences.

"But I…" I played with my fingers, nervously bending them backwards until they popped in an explosion of pain.

"Yes honey?"

"…"

My sister, Friona, chuckled. "You look like you're constipated. Why is your face all red?"

And I told them.

And here I am today.

Innovator.

A/N: The prologue was indeed very short, but it was a simple introduction. Please excuse the unusual writing style; you see I'm making it short and choppy because it fits with her personality which will change as the story goes on (and so will the writing style).

It's hard to explain because I don't want to give anything away. :3

Anyways, sorry it was boring. Did it seem a little whiney? Yeah, The Institute of Academic Arts…totally made that up. But I'm sure that's obvious, haha.