Author's Note: This is taking a while to write, so please don't expect more soon. v.v; Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I am sorry that this prologue is so short.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing, i.e. Quatre, but I do own Sera and her family.

Prologue ~

"The stars are coming out, can you see them?" asked the dark figure of a boy to the girl beside him.

"I don't…oh, there's one!" she said, pointing to a bright dot in the fading sky.

"That's Venus; the first to rise and the last to set. It's called the Morning and Evening Star, even though it's not really a star…"

"It's beautiful." She said simply, gazing at the warm yellow light from the planet.

"It is. Especially in the morning, when it's caught in the last waves of darkness, beaming brightly still in the coming dawn."

"Well, that seems similar to now, right?" she asked him.

"Not really. In the morning, it's different…almost like no matter what the morning brings, the sentry is still standing watch…a beacon in the night and the day. I'll have to show you."

"You will," she said, slowly easing her hand into his.

He took her hand, slightly surprised at first, and folded his over it. With his other hand, he grasped the railing in front of him. "Do you think…" he began, his voice wavering slightly.

"What, Quatre?"

"I don't know…just looking at the stars; it makes me feel like humanity is always in such a flux."

She inclined her head slightly, and turned a little to face him. "I'm not sure I understand."

"The stars, Sera. Always in constant motion, but never deviating from their given orbits. Whereas we are ever at the mercy of so many things, commonly ourselves." He had taken both hands now and was leaning over the balcony, his light hair, normally platinum blond, now appeared gray in the ever-darkening twilight. Strands of it flew back and around in the cool breeze.

Sera stood next to him as she had, her long black hair flowing behind her, coming down to meet her hands that were folded behind her back. Absentmindedly, she took down her left hand and played with the violet skirt that she was wearing, twisting the fabric around her index finger. Her deep green gaze was running silently and gracefully across the vast space above her, reflecting the light from the stars. She stood about the same height as Quatre, perhaps a little taller.

Quatre turned his back to the railing and faced Sera, his introspective expression changed. "You must be getting cold; I'm sorry I kept you out here." he said solemnly.

"No, I'm fine," She answered kindly, but when Quatre held out his hand to her in a gesture that suggested their going inside, she did not refuse.

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