Alright! The Lord is back in the flesh. I've finally gotten somewhat over my writers block. Thank goddess! --;; If your wondering why I decided to rewrite the story and not just leave it as is and finish it, well there were a couple of reasons. A) My writing style has I think gotten much better. B) I couldn't read my own fic without cringing. And C) I've got new ideas.  PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I'm fragile. :P

This version will be slightly less upbeat than the other, but fear not! I cannot go a chapter without something amusing happening. This will not turn into an angst ridden Give-X/1999-A-Run-For-Its-Money fic. ^_^ I'm just trying to make the characters a bit more realistic and stuff. ^_^V. For those of you just joining this fic, have fun. Hopefully it won't take me six months to get out one chapter. ^^;; he he..  You can read the original if you like but prepare to be a bit confused.

Enjoy! And R&R please! I beg of you! ^^;; Leave a cookie if you really like it too.

Disclaimer: I do not own GW. ^^; But if I did…*whipcrack*

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Prologue-

Twenty years…

Twenty years since the end of the Eve Wars and the official banning of all mobile suits from both colony and earth. Twenty years of healing old wounds, rebuilding destroyed cities and calming old feuds.

The wars were already in the textbooks; being taught around the world that war is a horrible thing. That they should try to keep the glorious peace that was held tightly now by the people on earth and in the colonies.

Due to the vast amounts of orphans made during the wars, centers of learning and living where set up.

 Jardin de la Connaissance, or Gardens as they were mostly shortened too. Two had been set up and were functioning fully in this time period, one in the western part of North America, the other in the Northern part of Europe near the Sanq Kingdom.  A Garden out in the colonies had been made, but it was an elite Garden. It was harder to get into than the other two. It was also newer than the others, only having seven years to it's history to date.

 They had been originally funded by a group of businessmen to insure the future of the worlds would not be plague by masses of uneducated people.  Later funding was taken over by the Preventers, led by ex-Oz Officer Lady Une.

Fearing that they would be unprepared if another war was to break out. The Preventers turned the Gardens into recruitment bases. Students that tested high enough were offered positions in mobile suit training. They were sworn not to tell anyone with grave punishments if information that such an operation had been going on were leaked out to the public. After graduation the students where employed into the Preventers.

What happened to the so-called heroes of the Eve Wars? The majority of them had married and settled down, having children and a more regular lifestyle than they lived before. They got involved with the development of a new colony; the same colony that was later built holding the elite Garden. During a trip out to see how construction was going a freak explosion occurred. All of the adults were proclaimed dead. The people mourned the loss of the heroes. The children were also proclaimed dead, yet rumors still happen to fly that they are alive and out there…

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" Shit!" A teenaged long hair boy jerked up in his bed. He was covered in a cold sweat, and shivering slightly.

He leaned over rubbing his hands over his face to shake off the dream.

" Come on now Maxwell," He grumbled to himself. " Don't let a stupid nightmare scare you."  It wasn't the first time he'd had a similar dream to that though. Brief dim flashes of feeling happy and content, he could hear what he figured to be his mother's voice.

Solo wasn't sure. His parents were dead. He was an orphan, with no memories of what his parents had been like. 'Friggin unfortunate if you asked him. All of his dreams ended pretty horribly, with a lot of screams and shouts. He would feel trapped and scared, with the intense feeling of fire on his face. Then he woke up. It had been like that for many years. He was almost used to it…

Almost.

Morning light spilt through the drapery of his dorm window. Solo yawned and stretched. New day, He was pretty sure there weren't any classes.

He needed to wake up. He had to go out to the city to get some stuff. And then he had to study. Exams where coming up soon. They were going to be a bitch to take this semester.

Standing up, the longhaired teenager headed towards the bathroom. Unfortunately his body wasn't aware enough to keep him from tripping over a pile of books. Solo did a graceful nose-plant into the floor and groaned, irritated.

It was going to be a long day…

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Don't forget to R&R!!!!!!!! * big chibi eyes* Tell me if it seemed better than the other so far!