(Author's Notes: Hello, everyone! I am proud and pleased to announce to all of you that this is not only my first ever completed Gundam Wing fanfic, but any fanfic whatsoever! I have spent a great deal of time working on this story to finish it before posting any of it up for your reading pleasure. All chapters are done, but know this is only a "short novel" of twenty-six pages. I'm eager to put it all up, but I want to make sure reviews come in. I may consider acting sooner if feedback is positive and plentiful. So don't forget to leave a review! Tell me your thoughts, opinions, criticisms, comments, praises, suggestions etc. And I certainly don't mind lengthy reviews that explain what you think! I'd warmly welcome such a thing!

But please enjoy anyways!

Summary:

Heero is ruthless warrior who suffers from a life he yearns to leave. But one night, he finds a legendary star stone that will grant its user any wish. Immediately, he embarks on his quest to make his dream a reality, once and for all, but not everything is as simple as he would like. Faced between the choice of a peaceful life and his desire to achieve higher feats, Heero must confront both his enemies and himself.

Chapter One

Heero stepped out from the large gates behind him and into the arena.

He was armed with only a long sword and observed the opponents to the other side. There were seven of them, criminals who had been captured and probably told that their only hope of being granted pardon rested with their victory in battle.

Against him.

The audience all around the large amphitheater cheered with rigor and excitement, calling for blood and the battle to start. They were curious to see how one man could hold his own against seven, all of them physically fit. Whether they cheered for the seven criminals or him, it was going to be entertainment for the spectators, regardless.

The match started as soon as the contestants entered the arena. Heero saw his opponents try to get closer, to surround him. He decided to count on the fact they were overconfident because of their numbers and underestimate him.

After the band of seven and the lone fighter stepped closer and closer to each other for a few moments, Heero decided to dash all of a sudden, aimed straight at the man at one of the ends. He saw them also do the same and they came at him like icicles coming down one after another.

The first one that got closest to him, he slashed across his body and with a clean swipe, then decapitated his head off.

The remaining six stopped in their advance, surprised. They looked at each other as a way of communicating their tactics and slowly tried to form a circle around him. Then after that, two from opposite sides charged with a stabbing thrust of their weapons. But Heero easily and even more quickly, slashed at one and then turned to do the same to the other.

The criminal fell to the ground, still alive, and blood gushing out of his mouth.

Heero was close enough to thrust his blade through his chest and pulled it out.

Now the remaining four criminals were alerted. They stood there, as if expecting him to make the next move so they could have the opportunity to cut him down.

Eager to see how they would accomplish that and almost smirking, he obliged them.

With blinding speed, he turned and charged at the one behind him and slashed him twice before he could parry. While he did that, another two came at him right from behind. Heero quickly blocked the blows delivered by the two.

Feeling his challenge had been so far easy, Heero attacked them, to see how they could handle simple attacks. Though the two did their best to act in unison, they were proving no match against him as he defended their attacks easily. Finally, Heero thrust his sword into one's stomach before taking it out and charging at the other. He tried to block the charge, but Heero aimed at his arm and feeling the deep, sharp pain of that caused to writhe and let his guard down.

Heero finished him off.

Now he turned to last one. He was scared and struck with fear. He tried to hold his sword steadily, but his shivering didn't allow it. He dropped it as Heero approached him and kneeled down to the ground.

"Please! I beg of you, great warrior! Spare my life… I admit defeat!... You win… please…show me mercy…" the man pleaded desperately.

But crowd was calling Heero to kill him anyway. They cried and they shouted for more blood.

Heero for a fleeting moment thought and then just as quickly, decided.

"No… I won't show you mercy…" he said.

And then the long sword moved swiftly to go through his heart. For extra feeling of satisfaction, Heero stuck it in slightly more deeply before removing it. The shiny sword had blood all over it as it dripped down to the ground.

The jubilation of the audience grew until the gate where the criminals entered from opened again, this time a great, reptilian basilisk appeared.

It roared and walked over to him and let out a breath of fire as a warning which didn't intimidate Heero.

Then it decided to dash over and swiped him with its claw, but Heero dodged in time. He cut the front leg of the basilisk where some blood poured out of the wound. It screamed and a blast of fire came from its mouth. Heero quickly stepped backwards before it could hit him.

He stepped back waiting for another opportunity to strike it.

It was now charging at him. When it got close enough, Heero rolled across the ground sideways so the basilisk missed. As soon as he could, he leaped on the beast and jumped off in the air where he sliced its tail off while descending.

A shrilling scream.

It screamed very loudly and in a rage came over at him again, only faster and spitting its fiery breathe more. The battle was tenser now and Heero was beginning to feel the danger that any warrior should face head on. Since the basilisk was so blind in rage, he was able to roll under it waved his sword against its torso twice before rolling away. It screamed again.

This time, the beast lay there on the ground of the arena, struggling to get back up, but couldn't seem to find the strength to. The audience seated around the amphitheater wildly roared in praise, even more than the previous time.

Heero looked at the basilisk straight in the eye. Then he thrust the sword down through the top of its head. Blood flowed out like water dripping on a stone.

Then the audience's exclamation became silent to his ears as he looked around himself and saw the slain criminals lying there again.

He indeed felt the victory inside himself. As usual, he conquered anyone and anything that came in his path to fight him. But still, even with winning, something was missing. It was like all the matches and battles before… Heero always felt something like this and no amount of victories could make up for it.

To be continued…