Disclaimer: I Do NOT own GUNDAM WING! (I wish I did though)
The King of Arcera was a rich and prosperous country. It attracted masters of many arts and knowledge, making the capitol a place of wisdom and beauty. Yet below every sea of sweet roses lies a tangled chaos of deadly thorns.
One particular thorn had attached itself deep within the court of Arcera, ruled by the young, and newly crowned, king. However this young king had with him five unlikely people, though he knew this not. Three were even unknown to the other two, but they all worked toward the same goal. Planning tirelessly, they readied themselves for the inevitable.
But this poisonous thorn had dug deeper than they realized.
Night had fallen upon peaceful Arcera and Selera rode her silver chariot across the sky, shining with hope for those lost or in despair. In an abandoned chamber in the unused tower of the castle, a young rat cautiously sniffed the air. It scurried from shadow to shadow, pausing now and then to taste its surroundings. It had noticed the smell of rotten owl mean earlier and was now eagerly dashing toward it. Just before it reached the owl carrion, the door to the room opened. Startled, the rat quickly darted under an old wooden table.
Squeaking indignantly, the rat glared at the intruder, frustrated that its attempts to eat had been thwarted. Suddenly, a strong yet amorphous voice echoed hollowly in the small dusty chamber. The rat froze, frightened, heart pounding within its small trembling body.
How goes the world?
"All goes as planned, master."
Are you sure of this, Kalek?
"Most assuredly, master. All believe the present turmoil is inconsequential or," a smirk crossed thin lips, "the work of an ambitious old 'noble' vying for the throne. Just as you planned."
Very good, Kalek. Now begin the second stage.
"Yes, master."
Be wary, Kalek. I sensed by sister's power flicker. 'Ware you do not awaken her too soon.
"Yes, master. It will be as you command."
See that you do not fail me, Lord Dekim Barton.
The door closed with a sound of finality and the lock slid smoothly into place.
Soon, my sister. Soon I will be free, and this time…I will not lose.
Okay, it's been a long time, but I've been having some problems...aka writer's block. I can't think of anything else to write so...what do you think should happen next?
Thanks Loads!