The Broken Gun
Introduction - The Shooting Star He Saw
He stood alone on the soft desolate shore, surrounded by rock and sand; the breeze was strong and made the boys hair flow in the wind. A small flower floated past and the boy caught it in his hand, he shed a single tear in memory of his only love, Reelena. His mind was not clear, he only felt hatred, hatred for the ones that had taken from him the only person that he had ever cared about. Heero turned around suddenly as he felt a hand placed on his shoulder, He turned around to see her standing there motionless, She spoke, whispering in the breeze, "Heero, do not forget me or my purpose for my living. Live on, for me." The vision swam and disappeared, Heero feel down on his knees, and started to cry.
Introduction - The Shooting Star He Saw
He stood alone on the soft desolate shore, surrounded by rock and sand; the breeze was strong and made the boys hair flow in the wind. A small flower floated past and the boy caught it in his hand, he shed a single tear in memory of his only love, Reelena. His mind was not clear, he only felt hatred, hatred for the ones that had taken from him the only person that he had ever cared about. Heero turned around suddenly as he felt a hand placed on his shoulder, He turned around to see her standing there motionless, She spoke, whispering in the breeze, "Heero, do not forget me or my purpose for my living. Live on, for me." The vision swam and disappeared, Heero feel down on his knees, and started to cry.