I do not own any of the Gundam Seed characters mentioned. Only those not mentioned in any series or manga are mine. Updates should arrive every two weeks or so depending on my work load, it is near finals and the holidays after all. Excuse any proofreading errors.
Gundam SEED Revelation
Prologue:
Rebirth
How could he still be alive? The flames were engulfing everything, there was no escape. So how could he be here?
Was it the afterlife?
That would be a crowning irony after…after what?
What happened to him?
"I see that you are awake my son," said a deep, calming voice from the darkness. It had an accent that he could not place.
"Where am I," he croaked through dry lips and an unused throat.
"Why you're safe, my son. That's all that matters."
"Yes, but how?"
"How, is not important my child. However you are now safer than you have ever been before. No longer living on borrowed time, we have solved that for now. You'll need more procedures and replacements, and it will be painful. But in time you will be free."
"Free from what," he snapped.
"Oh my, I didn't realize how bad it was. You do not remember the wasting, my son?" the voice said with genuine concern. "You will suffer as our lord did, but as I said you will be free. Free to pursue your own destiny free of mad power hungry sinners."
"Wh –cough-."
"Go easy on yourself my boy."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Oh what a cruel world we live in, that the most pure of generous offerings must be soiled by cynicism."
"THE REASON!"
"Careful now you might damage the new implants, but considering your past and the trauma of your…rebirth. I saw it as a sign from above of what your destiny was. God has led us together and as far as you and I are concerned, we mortals have no right to defy God."
"What?"
A small chuckle echoed from the all encompassing darkness. "What I mean is that I could not ignore your plight, my son. My followers retrieved you and upon realizing your identity they brought you before me. It was destiny that led you, broken and torn before me. The best doctors set about you, and your rebirth is nearly complete. In time you will walk among the living and learn the cruel nature of this world. But you must be tired my son, rest and I will see once you are well again."
A pause, the voice smiled to itself and made to retreat from the room.
"Wait…please gives me light. I can't stand the dark anymore."
"Only science can give you light at this point my son. Your eyes were damaged beyond all repair."
An agonized moan escaped his lips.
"Do not despair; this too will be solved in time. But I can give you something else." With an unseen signal music began to pipe into the room. It was soft; in order to avoid harming the patient, but it was distinct at the same time. The voice made to leave again.
"What is it called?"
"It's Requiem for a Dream my son." Seeing the smile spread across the patient's face, the voice left the room with a rustle of clothes and a click of a closing door.
"Thank you father," The music calmed him, it was amazing. And slowly…so slowly he didn't realize it. He fell asleep for a long time.
The next time he awoke it was to a world of color. Blaring white lights glared down overhead, gleaming silver instruments hung around him, uniform sea foam green tiles layered the walls and floor. He tried to sit up, but found himself weighed down. Not by any restraints he could feel, but by the shear weakness of his limbs.
"You are certainly energetic for one who has just risen from the dead." He snapped his head around at the sound of the voice, and instantly wished he hadn't as pain flared in his neck. It was the voice from before, before the colors and light came back.
"Easy now or you'll break it again. However unlikely that may be." Others came into the room and he began to panic. The machines around him began to beet in protest with his heart. "No need to worry my son. They are friends, brothers in fact."
The gentle hands helped him right himself and soon enough he found himself in a wheelchair. The rush of blood to his head eventually ceased and his vision cleared. For the first time he saw the voice. The man was in his mid sixties, paled skinned, with a hawkish nose and a head of short white hair. His eyes were a clear sky blue coldly intelligent, but comforting. He was of an average height and had a light, gaunt build.
"Father…" he whispered. The man smiled.
"You may call me that if you wish, but I'd prefer to earn it. In the mean time call me Paul." There was a small intake of breath around the room, but the man waved it aside with a rustle of his white robes. The black clad figures around him filed out of the room leaving the door open behind them.
"How are you feeling my son? Does anything pain you?"
"No, I'm just weak."
"That will disappear in time, I assure you. Do you feel like walking with me for a while?"
"You mean wheeling?"
"Ah a sense of humor, well come on then." With a small signal to follow the man walked from the room. He followed as fast as he could, his arms gaining strength faster than he could have ever thought. Eventually he reached the man standing in front of a heavy wooden door. The man turned the knob and sunlight leaked into the tight stone corridor, opening the door wide the man went through. He followed, feeling pins and needles in his legs. What he entered into was a vast library, book shelves reached the heavens with multiple wings sprouting off the main area. A dark, rich oak floor matched the walls and shelves. Dark red carpets lined the paths between shelves. It was a huge repository of knowledge and somehow he felt so at home here. Looking up he saw the man standing in his spotless white robes on top of the center dais behind a great wooden desk.
"Come my son, don't fear your weakness." Wheeling up to the marble steps he pushed himself up and with weary, hesitant steps he made his way up the stairs gaining strength with each small step. Soon he stood in front of the man grinning in amazement. The man was obviously suppressing a smile himself.
"How…how is this possible?"
"You had faith my son, the most powerful of all human attributes, emotions, and incentives."
"But father…"
"Paul."
"But, faith in what… Paul? And what is my name?"
"That is for you to decide my son." Paul laid a multitude of books in front of him, and retreated to a cushioned chair with a book of his own. Pulling out a small pair of reading glasses, Paul made a small shooing gesture towards the wooden chair behind the desk. Getting the point he sat down and began to read.
It had been five years since that day. That day he had discovered his true calling. Paul, no… the Holy Father had shown him the truth. He had let him view the world as the Father saw it, he saw as the Father did, and he knew what had to be changed. The world would feel that change and he would revel in its realization.
"Ah, I thought I would find you here my son." The Father shuffled into the vast library through the same door that they had both come through years ago.
"I needed sometime to think."
"Do you have doubts?"
"None."
"Then why the long face?"
"Will I meet them? Those form my past life I mean." The old man thought a moment before answering his pupil.
"When I met you ten years ago you were a shadow of your new form my son, a mere broken and twisted shell of who you are now. You will meet those of your past, it is inevitable in our quest, but they will not recognize you. Are you upset by that?"
"No."
"Thank think of the situation no more my son. We have a great task before us."
"I know Father."
"So tell me Gabriel… my son. Will you be my messenger and harbinger, my sword and shield, but mostly…will you be the exemplar of a new time of peace and faith."
Familiar blue eyes locked with those of the Holy Father, and they should be familiar considering they were grown from the Father's own DNA. Short blonde, gelled hair topped a face with high cheek bones and a strong chin. Gabriel Angelos knelt before his savior and mentor, and with the utmost conviction born of faith unuttered one word:
"Yes."
Author's Note:
After reading wpnsiu86's Gundam Seed: Chaotic Uprising, visiting the Vatican itself this summer, and watching Seed and Destiny over again, I was inspired to write something good. For a change I have a pretty good idea of what I want to do so those who have read The Lost Sons do not need to fear any complete absences. Most who have seen the mess that was Destiny will be able to tell who Gabriel is, but I can act as big of a fan-boy as I want to, it is my story after all. Mech specs to follow.
