Hellooo dear readers and welcome to my first fic (on this site)! Here maybe some things that you should know before reading^^ I came up with this story one year ago, but the idea to make it into a fanfic just came reccently
1) English isn't my mother lenguage, so yeah... If there are too many mistakes to bare: i'll do my best to eliminate them^^
2) if someone dislikes Meyrin... well, i think he should let this story be and read something else, 'cuz she plays here a main role
DISCLAIMER: I don't own neihter Gundams SEED or Gundam SEED Destiny, nor the characters. Some ideas for some elements of the plot came from mythology.
sorry that the prologue is reather short. i hope that the chapters become longer...
enjoy!
Prologue
She had always been knitting. Knitting and knitting, knitting and knitting, nothing else.
Since she could think her memories consisted only of knitting. She did not know how long her carpet already was, but she did not stop to look.
She never did stop.
Never stopped to see how her carpet was, never stopped to see how her silky fabric looked.
It did not bother her, thought.
She did not need anything else than the threads, her knitting needle and herself.
She was not even in a hurry to finish. She did not even know what she did not want to finish.
But even if she wanted to, her work would never end. Her work could not be finished; it is a work for eternity, until the world no longer existed.
The patterns on the carpet changed, were similar to one another, and repeated one another. Different colors and different threads leaded to different paths and different possibilities. But in the end, she herself chose which one would happen.
Even though that is her power she still didn't bother. Not even when one of the patterns affected her. Everything laid in her pale hands.
Suddenly she paused.
Her emotionless eyes looked up, only to see nothing.
That is true, she was always alone. But she did not notice, because she never needed anyone. Why should it be otherwise all of a sudden?
But that was not the reason why she stopped. A tune manifested itself in her head.
She never had opened her mouth. She never had said something. But right now was different.
She sang. Her voice was one of light and darkness, of youth and age, of past and future.
Sky is crying, earth is shaking…..
Birth is slaying, death is making…
Where did these words come from? She could not otherwise than wonder.
Soul is flying, star's awaking…
Human's denying, Chaos is taking…
Although she was the one who sang the tune, she did not understand its' meaning.
Luck is dying, destiny's breaking…
And as the last words faded away, she still did not understand the whole meaning. But with the last verse she knew, that it had to do with her and something, which would be growing within her.
Still slightly confused, she averted her eyes back to her carpet. Her eyes shone, both her magenta and her amber one, as she noticed her great work.
It was the foundation of all actions that happened and would happen.
Distracted she smoothed one of her blonde, silky locks back.
Silently Haumea continued knitting. Like she always had been, and always would be doing.
that was it for today! hope that i made you currious^^
next chapter: Fate and Destiny (hopefully next week)