~ Kitten's ~ Angel ~
sequel to 'kitten'
by
Alexia Goddess
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO UNCLE JOHN, MY FATHER'S IDENTICLE TWIN
BROTHER, PASSED INTO THE HANDS OF GOD ON SUNDAY, FEBUARY 10th.
Love you, Uncle Freaky Man (P.S. Uncle John, just for the record, I
still think cheddar cheese is evil.)
Chapter Four
Story-Time
The wind was cool and sweet, both to the scent and the touch. It blew
gently across the gently rolling hills, making the tall grasses look
like rippling silk.
Angel stood a ways away from them all, before them. They all sat or
stood under the shade of a trio of berch trees, but Angel stood under
direct sunlight wearing a light, mint green summer dress. Her wavy
brown hair let loose fell in gently slopping and curling hills of
chocolate colored satiny tresses to midback, now weaved into a trim
french braid. She stood with her arms spread out, palms curved upwards,
hands curled slightly as if to catch the sweet wind. Her eyes were
closed and her face was tilted towards the cloudless blue sky, an
expression of serenity and contentment on her face.
For all appearances, she looksed just like her name; an angel.
It had been almost an hour ago that Angel had awoken. After that
initial shocking statement, accusations had been thrown, denials
shouted, disbeliefs stated...
Quatre and Kitten together had managed to calm things down enough so
that they agreed that Kitten would help Angel change, and they would
meet in a far field of the palace grounds to discuss...things.
Now here they were...
Cautiously, not wanting to disterb the woman's tranquility, Kitten
stepped forward, making hardly a sound. She placed a gentle hand on
the young woman's shoulder, and Angel looked at her in slight surprise.
She smiled gently, almost forcefully, as if she hadn't smiled in an
eternity and lowered her arms.
"Thank you for being patient," Angel whispered. Kitten laughed softly.
"Patience isn't usually one of my strong points, but, you're welcome."
Kitten smiled. "Now..."
"Yeah, I know," Angel sighed. Kitten winced. She was so much like she
had been at her age...so young, yet bearing so much...
"Lets start with where you come from," Kitten suggested gently. Angel
looked up at the older woman that would one day be her mother, and
then looked away, blinking back tears.
"Well..." Angel started. "Long story short; I'm from about twenty years
into the future."
"How is that possible?" Kitten asked, shocked.
"Twenty years is a lot of time," Angel shrugged. "Humans advanced."
"I take it that new Gundam you arrived in served as your 'time machine?'"
Angel nodded, and Kitten threw the former Gundam Pilots behind her a
look.
"Why are you here?" Kitten asked softly after a moment. "What happens
in the future?"
"In a few words?" Angel's voice was suddenly bitter. "I happened. Thats
what."
"Clarify, please." Kitten asked calmly, looking concerned.
"Alright." Angel frowned, glaring out at the distance. Her hands were
clasped behind her back, her chin thrust forward stubbornly, as if she
were in the military and was giving a defiant report to her superior.
"In about three years from now, you and your husband, Axis, will
reproduce, and I will be born. At the moment of my birth, a grand
output of energy will be conducted. An alien force from outside our
dimension will home in on that energy and use it to cross over. It will
lay dorment until my seventh birthday when it will burst free,
take what was left of my life, and open a portal its own dimension.
"Out of the rift it will formed, thousands of black, spirit like
creatures will emerge and overun our planet and solar system. The sun
will collapse, but somehow its core will remain and continue to give us
just enough light to survive.
"A year after that, human numbers are no more than one million, at
best. The creatures that had crossed over are called 'Darklyrs,' for
their preference for darkness. They feed by simply touching anything
alive, and sucking it dry of its life force. For humans, they basically
eat your soul, some say. Either way, you end up dead.
"We find that the only thing that is effective against them is magic.
You, my father, and my uncles are the only magic wielding beings alive.
You all recruiting any humans with enough magical essence inside them
to use, but its not enough. Within months our numbers twindle to half a
million at most. Finally Sirus, son of Relena and Heero Yuy, only
twelve, invents a way to take only the tiniest bit of magic and attach
it to little bursts of electric energy, like electric/magic bullets,
if you will. These prove deadly to the Darklyrs, but by now our numbers
are simply too little.
"Two years after the Darklyrs had first arrived, you, my father -Axis-
and the former Gundam Pilots -my 'uncles'- launch a final, desperate
attack to reduce the Darklyr's numbers enough to at least give us an
edge. You infiltrate their main base, plant a bomb. But before you can
get out..." Angel's fists clenched, and she looked down, biting a lip
till it bled. Kitten's heart went out to the girl, but she stayed put.
She had to get this out, or she'd never heal...
Angel took a deep, shuddering breath, and forced herself to continue.
"Just before the bomb exploded, we got one last transmission..."
Angel's voice was soft. "Sirus was thirteen, and like a big brother to
me as well as a best friend...I was only eight...maybe nine, I don't
remember." Angel swallowed, and blinked hard as if to ward off tears.
"What was the transmission?" Kitten asked softly, placing a hand on
Angel's shoulder.
"Just two words... One a name, actually." Angel sniffed lightly, and
placed her hand over Kitten's, whose was still resting on her shoulder.
"What name?" Kitten proded gently. "What words?" Angel blinked again,
hard, as she gazed out at the horizon, then looked at her future
mother, straight in the eye, and said one word, one name that sent
Kitten's reality spiraling.
"Zephra's alive."
To Be Continued....
Before my usual author's notes, I wish to firstly state that this
fanfic, as stated at the top, this chapter is dedicated my uncle,
who died this month of a quick and painless heartattack which was the
result of a rare, genetic heart disease which both my father and I have
inherited as well.
In regard to the 'cheddar' and 'freaky man' comment, thats a personal
family joke/story for those my friends and family who read this.
Onto happier things...
Short, I know, but I hope it cleared up a bit about whats going on.
NOW are you starting to see some of the threads I left hanging in
'Kitten' come into their purpose? Huh? HUH?
Anyhoo, hoped that proved a good plot twist, and I hope you continue
reading and continue enjoying!
-Alexia Goddess
P.S. Yes, my uncle's death is why I'm so late in posting this. Sorry!
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I OWN NOTHING PERTAINING TO GUNDAM
WING SAVE MY OWN CREATIONS (ANGEL, KITTEN, SIRUS, SHINIMJENYA,
DRAGONRAGE EPION, ECT.) AND THIS PLOT. 'KITTEN'S ANGEL' IS (C) ALEXIA
GODDESS, 2002. ANY UNAUTHORIZED DUPLICATION AND/OR USE OF ORIGINAL
PROPERTY/IDEAS IS SUBJECT TO LEGAL LAWSUIT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*
sequel to 'kitten'
by
Alexia Goddess
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO UNCLE JOHN, MY FATHER'S IDENTICLE TWIN
BROTHER, PASSED INTO THE HANDS OF GOD ON SUNDAY, FEBUARY 10th.
Love you, Uncle Freaky Man (P.S. Uncle John, just for the record, I
still think cheddar cheese is evil.)
Chapter Four
Story-Time
The wind was cool and sweet, both to the scent and the touch. It blew
gently across the gently rolling hills, making the tall grasses look
like rippling silk.
Angel stood a ways away from them all, before them. They all sat or
stood under the shade of a trio of berch trees, but Angel stood under
direct sunlight wearing a light, mint green summer dress. Her wavy
brown hair let loose fell in gently slopping and curling hills of
chocolate colored satiny tresses to midback, now weaved into a trim
french braid. She stood with her arms spread out, palms curved upwards,
hands curled slightly as if to catch the sweet wind. Her eyes were
closed and her face was tilted towards the cloudless blue sky, an
expression of serenity and contentment on her face.
For all appearances, she looksed just like her name; an angel.
It had been almost an hour ago that Angel had awoken. After that
initial shocking statement, accusations had been thrown, denials
shouted, disbeliefs stated...
Quatre and Kitten together had managed to calm things down enough so
that they agreed that Kitten would help Angel change, and they would
meet in a far field of the palace grounds to discuss...things.
Now here they were...
Cautiously, not wanting to disterb the woman's tranquility, Kitten
stepped forward, making hardly a sound. She placed a gentle hand on
the young woman's shoulder, and Angel looked at her in slight surprise.
She smiled gently, almost forcefully, as if she hadn't smiled in an
eternity and lowered her arms.
"Thank you for being patient," Angel whispered. Kitten laughed softly.
"Patience isn't usually one of my strong points, but, you're welcome."
Kitten smiled. "Now..."
"Yeah, I know," Angel sighed. Kitten winced. She was so much like she
had been at her age...so young, yet bearing so much...
"Lets start with where you come from," Kitten suggested gently. Angel
looked up at the older woman that would one day be her mother, and
then looked away, blinking back tears.
"Well..." Angel started. "Long story short; I'm from about twenty years
into the future."
"How is that possible?" Kitten asked, shocked.
"Twenty years is a lot of time," Angel shrugged. "Humans advanced."
"I take it that new Gundam you arrived in served as your 'time machine?'"
Angel nodded, and Kitten threw the former Gundam Pilots behind her a
look.
"Why are you here?" Kitten asked softly after a moment. "What happens
in the future?"
"In a few words?" Angel's voice was suddenly bitter. "I happened. Thats
what."
"Clarify, please." Kitten asked calmly, looking concerned.
"Alright." Angel frowned, glaring out at the distance. Her hands were
clasped behind her back, her chin thrust forward stubbornly, as if she
were in the military and was giving a defiant report to her superior.
"In about three years from now, you and your husband, Axis, will
reproduce, and I will be born. At the moment of my birth, a grand
output of energy will be conducted. An alien force from outside our
dimension will home in on that energy and use it to cross over. It will
lay dorment until my seventh birthday when it will burst free,
take what was left of my life, and open a portal its own dimension.
"Out of the rift it will formed, thousands of black, spirit like
creatures will emerge and overun our planet and solar system. The sun
will collapse, but somehow its core will remain and continue to give us
just enough light to survive.
"A year after that, human numbers are no more than one million, at
best. The creatures that had crossed over are called 'Darklyrs,' for
their preference for darkness. They feed by simply touching anything
alive, and sucking it dry of its life force. For humans, they basically
eat your soul, some say. Either way, you end up dead.
"We find that the only thing that is effective against them is magic.
You, my father, and my uncles are the only magic wielding beings alive.
You all recruiting any humans with enough magical essence inside them
to use, but its not enough. Within months our numbers twindle to half a
million at most. Finally Sirus, son of Relena and Heero Yuy, only
twelve, invents a way to take only the tiniest bit of magic and attach
it to little bursts of electric energy, like electric/magic bullets,
if you will. These prove deadly to the Darklyrs, but by now our numbers
are simply too little.
"Two years after the Darklyrs had first arrived, you, my father -Axis-
and the former Gundam Pilots -my 'uncles'- launch a final, desperate
attack to reduce the Darklyr's numbers enough to at least give us an
edge. You infiltrate their main base, plant a bomb. But before you can
get out..." Angel's fists clenched, and she looked down, biting a lip
till it bled. Kitten's heart went out to the girl, but she stayed put.
She had to get this out, or she'd never heal...
Angel took a deep, shuddering breath, and forced herself to continue.
"Just before the bomb exploded, we got one last transmission..."
Angel's voice was soft. "Sirus was thirteen, and like a big brother to
me as well as a best friend...I was only eight...maybe nine, I don't
remember." Angel swallowed, and blinked hard as if to ward off tears.
"What was the transmission?" Kitten asked softly, placing a hand on
Angel's shoulder.
"Just two words... One a name, actually." Angel sniffed lightly, and
placed her hand over Kitten's, whose was still resting on her shoulder.
"What name?" Kitten proded gently. "What words?" Angel blinked again,
hard, as she gazed out at the horizon, then looked at her future
mother, straight in the eye, and said one word, one name that sent
Kitten's reality spiraling.
"Zephra's alive."
To Be Continued....
Before my usual author's notes, I wish to firstly state that this
fanfic, as stated at the top, this chapter is dedicated my uncle,
who died this month of a quick and painless heartattack which was the
result of a rare, genetic heart disease which both my father and I have
inherited as well.
In regard to the 'cheddar' and 'freaky man' comment, thats a personal
family joke/story for those my friends and family who read this.
Onto happier things...
Short, I know, but I hope it cleared up a bit about whats going on.
NOW are you starting to see some of the threads I left hanging in
'Kitten' come into their purpose? Huh? HUH?
Anyhoo, hoped that proved a good plot twist, and I hope you continue
reading and continue enjoying!
-Alexia Goddess
P.S. Yes, my uncle's death is why I'm so late in posting this. Sorry!
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY; I OWN NOTHING PERTAINING TO GUNDAM
WING SAVE MY OWN CREATIONS (ANGEL, KITTEN, SIRUS, SHINIMJENYA,
DRAGONRAGE EPION, ECT.) AND THIS PLOT. 'KITTEN'S ANGEL' IS (C) ALEXIA
GODDESS, 2002. ANY UNAUTHORIZED DUPLICATION AND/OR USE OF ORIGINAL
PROPERTY/IDEAS IS SUBJECT TO LEGAL LAWSUIT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*
