// Kirei \\
Twenty years before
the beginning of Gaea's first Great War, in a small country known
as Fanelia, I was born a Fanel, son of Goau de Fanelia's brother.
Named Kirei Avan de Fanel, I was heir to a small duchy on the
edge of Fanelia. For nearly ten years I had no knowledge of the
other side of my family, my cousins - the royal family, the one
that would have the heirs. I grew up, in a fairly normal way, for
a few years. And then...
***
I was only five
years old when my father was killed trying to stop a band of
raiders from entering our duchy through the borders. The raiders,
I was told years later had been sweeping through all of Gaea,
attacking small holds and villages. Before they killed my father,
they had attacked a similar noble's hold in Basram - the country
that bordered Fanelia to the south. My country was a country that
was surrounded by land - I did not see the ocean until after the
war. But that will come later.
Because of the
close proximity of the duchy, my family and theirs had become
quite close - well my parents anyway. Until that attack, I had
not been in contact with anyone my age. Most of my time was spent
with various teachers, either for lessons, manners and speech, or
with the sword. The rest was spent with my parents, usually
Mother. We rarely had visitors, and certainly, we were so far
from the capital that it took weeks, sometimes months, for news
to reach us. Or vice-versa, for our news to reach them. As a
result, I never saw them. I had no family aside from my parents
and advisors.
But we should get
back to the matter at hand. At the age of five, the raiders had
attacked our neighbouring duchy in Basram had made their move,
and as a favour and testament to the friendship, my father, Daine
Ilra de Fanel, went with a small troop of foot-soldiers in his
guymelef, the Ikari, to fight.
Three days later he
returned with what was to be horrible news - at least to my
mother. There was only five aside from father that had survived
the attack - and the other Duke's family. Three children, I could
hear my father whisper, the duke and his lady dead. I was
standing behind the large doorway to the rooom - my favourite
hiding spot, at least when the door was kept open. They hadn't
noticed I was there yet! It didn't occur to me that they were
saying a whole village was dead, but the idea that my father, who
normally found me easily, had not even THOUGHT of where I was.
But even then, at such a young age, I knew to stay quiet if I
wanted information.
It was because of
this that I heard mother and father talking about the children in
the family that had survived. And how, as a grant to the Basram
Duke's last wish, Father had risked himself to take them back to
our castle. I heard them talking about the care of the children.
And also their room locations. But what made me the most excited,
was the fact that Father mentioned that two - two! - of them were
my age! Finally, a chance to interact with someone, my size, my
knowledge, my... my everything!
I quietly sneaked
out the door, careful not to jar it, so as to inform my parents
that I had been eavesdropping. Their rooms... just in the west
wing of the castle, right near mine! At that moment, I could
hardly wait to meet my, hopefully, new friends.
// Rallin
\\
Like my once best
friend, Kirei Avan de Fanel, I too lost my parents at a young
age. We had lived at the edge of Basram, our small duchy not a
large political influence in their politics. We rarely had
visitors, and that was the way my parents preferred it. Until the
raiders, our village had been quiet, the rare visit from an
outsider. Only another Duke, this from Fanelia, the land whose
border was at the edge of ours, came, occasionally with his wife.
I was never with my parents when they came though. I had always
had my siblings to be with, to care of, to entertain.
I had never been an
only child, save for those few minutes after I was born, before
Mika was born. Twins, I had been told later on, though I knew the
bond that I shared with my sister. We were two wholes that were
part of a puzzle, made to be close as our bond dictated. But
unlike my sister Mika, I was always willing to do something new,
to try something dangerous, to learn and experience all that I
could - though I was only five. She was the quiet one out of our
pair, making us Yin and Yang, opposites but equals, alike but
totally different. We accompanied each other in everything, she
even learning swordplay alongside me. And again, at the age of
four, just before our fifth birthday, Mother gave birth to
another boy. His name was Eneal, and Mika doted on him
especially, staying near his cradle and making him laugh.
It was a happy
life, and I know I would've been content if I could just go back
and stay in that one space of time, reliving it over and over. I
hadn't had a care in the world then, just being with my family
day after day. And then... and then. The raiders. Curse them.
They managed to take away all that, in a blink of an eye. All of
it. My life, Mika's life, and certainly Eneal's, was changed
forever.
And all it took was
the death and defeat of my parents, the Khristos family of
Basram. The family that was well known for breeding good
fighters. And Victory.
***
But even that
legacy was not enough to save us. The raiders had been attacking
all over Gaea, moving and moving constantly. Because we were at
the very edge of Basram, we never got the word in time that the
raiders were heading towards us. It was only through the help of
my father's fellow Duke in Fanelia that we, Mika, Eneal, and I,
managed to survive the attack.
I can remember
every detail clearly. They had just hit the edge of the duchy,
word sent by owl from the post there. I remember mother and
father donning their armour, father entering his melef, Minuit -
Black Midnight. I can remember mother leading us to the temple,
putting us in a hidden room and telling me that it was ujp to me
to make sure Mika and Eneal would stay alive. Me, with the
longsword I had been given before Mother left - for good, though
I didn't know it at the time - standing guard at first, then when
Mika began to cry, and Eneal already distressed that he was
sobbing, I put my sword into it's sheath with some difficulty (it
was longer than my height after all), and took Eneal from my
sister, soothing my 5-month year old brother, and talking to
Mika. All we could do now, All I could now, was pray that we
would all be alright.
Ultimately, that
was not in Fate's plan, for a few hours later by my count, I saw
a man in a strange melef come barrelling towards us. Afraid that
he was a Raider, I gave Eneal back to my sister, and drew my
sword - though I was, at best, a height of 3 feet 5 inches, and
the guymelef was fifty feet tall. As if I had a chance - and my
young soldier's mind knew that... but I still couldn't just stand
by and let this raider kill our family.
But he wasn't a
raider. In fact, he was quite the opposite. My five-year-old mind
was stunned when the guymelef stopped, and a tall man exited it.
I was even more surprised when he bowed. This was... this was the
foreign Duke that so often came! I recognized the melef now. But
why was he here? What had happened? I recieved my answer as
quickly as the Duke had appeared from within the melef.
"Rallin, Mika,
and Eneal Khristos. I am very sorry to say this but your duchy
has been overpowered," the man paused, and took in a shaky
breath. "You parents... the Lord and Lady Khristos have been
killed on the battlefield. As to grant their last wish, I am to
become your guardians, back in Fanelia. I will take care of you.
But right now, we must flee."
I was shocked, and
could only nod dumbly. Unnoticed was me slipping my sword back
into it's sheath. And Mika, and Eneal, my baby brother, began to
cry.
And then we were in
the sky. Mika and Eneal were still crying. I was still staring
ahead at the changing landscape, as if in a trance. Soon, we were
in Fanelia. An hour later, we were in a room in what appeared to
be in the West Wing of the Duke's castle. I was trying to comfort
my twin, and my baby brother. They were my responsibility now.
An hour after
that... I heard small footsteps... who was coming?
Hello
Everyone!
I finally
finished the first chapter to this prelude, which I'm VERY happy
about. ^_^ I realise that it is quite short, but this is a
chapter to give you the beginning of their lives. Looking at how
much I covered now, and how quickly this was outlined in my head,
this series should be 10 episodes, 15 at the most. I hope you
like the insight!
Anyway, I'm
kind of wondering whether anyone will actually read this, and if
it will be as well-written as I hope (this is only my second
fanfiction, but my umpteenth story). If you DO read this, please
tell me what you think! I love feedback, and welcome criticism
(as long as it is constructive, of course). This is only the
beginning...
I'm sort of
"stuck" on Episode 21 for Dreams of Destiny, and I WAS going to stop
writing for it for a bit to start this fanfiction and the Gundam Wing one,
but then I got the idea that all my readers would probably strangle me...
So I'm going to work on both, then start the GWing fanfiction once Dreams is
finished. ^_^ That'll work!
Hope you
enjoyed,
Angelic1090
04.25.2001
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