The park was alive, with bright green shiny trees and pretty grass. I walked with my puppy, Mary, through this place that was near our home. I heard the birds singing and looked up, just in time to see a boy older than me jump over a high fence and start running. He flipped over and laughed, staring up at the ceiling of the colony.
I hurried over to him, with Mary leaping happily behind me. I looked down at him and giggled at the surprised look on his face, like an animal caught in car lights. He sat up and looked at me with sad blue eyes. Where were his parents? Maybe he was lost?
"Are you lost?" I asked. If he was, I would help him.
The strange boy looked away, his sad eyes growing even sadder. Mary put her feet on his thigh and wagged her tail, panting. "I've been lost since the day I was born," He replied in a cold voice.
It made me feel sorry for him. "Oh, that's so sad." I said, kneeling down in the grass. Mary crawled in my lap as I said, "I'm not lost at all. I'm walking Mary." She began licking my face and I laughed. As I did, I felt the boy smiling down at me, and he didn't feel quite so lost anymore.
I picked a gold pretty gold flower and gave it to him. Maybe this will make him happy, I thought, then said aloud, "Here, take this."
He picked the plant gently from my fingers, as if it were breakable, and looked at it with wonder in his eyes. He looked as if he were about to say something, but Mary ran away, barking.
"Hey, wait, Mary!" I ran after her, feeling the grass beneath my feet, and the wind in my hair. I felt the boy's gaze, still on the gift of a flower.
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That night, I looked out of my window, yawning. I couldn't sleep, there was a strange feeling in air, like bad things in the smog outside. Mary curled around my feet, whimpering an odd note. So she felt it too.
I petted her head, feeling the soft fur beneath my fingers.
At that moment, I saw the weird kid from the morning. He had an object in his hand, smooth and shaped sort of like a small can.
He pressed one end of it, and a second later, the military base next to my house blew up with fire. The robots Mom and Dad called "Mobile Suits" blew up too. At this, the young boy smiled and an unusual light came into his eyes. I was too far away to hear what he mouthed next.
Another suit exploded, and the flames that came from it knocked over another one. The young man's eyes grew wide as the suit fell towards my house. He threw down the object, running hard to the suit.
But it was too late. The suit crashed into my house, and I fell to my knees, hugging Mary tightly. Bricks and ceiling fell all around me, and the last thing in my mind was the image of the boy's cold, lost eyes, staring in amazement at the gold flower I had given him.
But that was a long time ago. Now I'm somewhere different, though I can't tell where. My parents and Mary are here, as are my neighbors and friends. There are also many soldiers, too many to count. They say they are from the war, but I can't think of there being a war here.
My new friend, who came here about a while ago, he has the mark of being royal, with a dark blue cape over one shoulder, and a proud posture. He's popular here, and is one of the few who is allowed to look on the lives of those below. He tells me fantastic stories sometimes, about his friend Wufei, someone called Milliardo, and great people he calls "Gundam pilots".
He tells me that the boy I met that time long ago is a "Gundam pilot" too, and from what I hear, he isn't lost anymore.