Chapter 1 : I Am Chosen
It was relieving, when when I learned that Oz never found Quatre's body. But that only left me to wonder who had...
With a groan, Quatre turned his head, then forced his eyes open. The first thing he realized was how difficult it was to focus his eyes. Nothing wanted to come into proper focus and he knew that he should be dead. Sandrock had self destructed with him inside it. That'll be enough to take anyone down. "So you're awake." A voice, soft and feminine, with an accent that reminded him of something European... or oriental. He wasn't quite sure. But it was unfamiliar. He started to talk, to demand who she was. "No, don't talk. Your mobile suit blew up. You were hurt. We brought you here."
"I brought him here." a second voice corrected. This was carried the same strange accent, but was a masculine tenor. "You weren't there. Being 'de'Chanu doesn't make you capable of being in two places at once."
"Quiet, Chir'Ki. He doesn't want to listen to you talk about technicalities." The woman laughed slightly, while the male grumbled something about being named Chir'Ne. "Now, what is your name?" Quatre felt a damp cloth run across his forehead. Apparently, they were on his side.
"Quatre." He managed to get out, realizing for the first time that his throat was raw and talking was painful.
"Ka'Tra." Chir'Ki's voice was soft, saying the name with a slightly different pronunciation, enunciating the first syllable more than was normal. "Who would name their kid Ka'Tra? I am chosen... That doesn't make any..." His voice trailed off. "I am chosen." He repeated, awstruck.
"Ka'Tra, you're safe here. You were found in the remains of a Mobile suit on the grounds of an Oz battle." She watched him for a moment. "Don't try and talk anymore. Your weak. You need to rest. My name is Kit'Su. He's Chir'Ki."
"He's Ka'Tra. The chosen. I am chosen." Quatre finally forced his eyes into focusing. Chir'Ki was probably taller than him, with dark hair and eyes that seemed almost metallic. In fact, both of them had metallic eyes. Though, Kit'Su's held a bluer color, and her mousy-colored hair was marked with dramatic blue streaks. "Kit'Su... Kit'Su... He's Ka'Tra."
"Chir'Ki.. Did you hit your head?"
"Don't you see it?" His voice was rising to a near panic. "He's Ka'Tra. He's the Chosen."
"What are you talking about?" She demanded, growing frustrated.
"I found him. I brought him here. He says he is Ka'Tra." Chir'Ki Reached out, pulling Quatre's hands into his, balling them into fists and holding them to his own throat briefly before turning back to Kit'Su. "He is Massar'A'de'Raan'Ne!"
"Massar'A'de'Raan'Ne." Her voice was slow and measured. "The chosen. You are chosen." She stared at him. "The elders... The elders will want... 'de'Massar has come." Her voice held a note of amazement.
"I am Quatre Raberba Winner. I am not who you think I am." His voice was stronger now.
"You don't know who you are. But you will." Kit'Su whispered, leaning in close. "We will show you. We are the Suun'Sanur and Chanu'A'de'Massar. We will teach you who you are." She folded his hands like Chir'Ki had, and held them to her throat. "You are 'de'Massar. Massar'A'de'Raan'Ne. The Chosen. You have named yourself, Quatre Winner. You are Ka'Tra." Quatre stared at her. A feeling started to well up in his chest. He should know this. What they meant. What they said. How to answer. "Your destiny is here. You just have to embrace us. Let us show you your destiny."
"Show me." Quatre mumbled. "I don't know why. But show me."
"He is 'de'Massar." Chir'Ki repeated, still staring. "I just did something right. I found 'de'Massar. I fulfilled part of the prophecy."
"Prophecy?" Quatre looked at Kit'Su, figuring Chir'Ki wasn't gonna be any help.
"Rest now. We'll show you later." She smiled, brushing the damp cloth over his forehead one last time. "There'll be enough time to talk later."