TROWA TROWA TROWA!!!!!!!

ALL MY BABY!

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Hidden Weapon

Trowa looked out at the valley. Nothing but barren wasteland. He remembered his mother had once told him that grass covered the earth and trees were plentiful in number. She hand said that great beasts roamed the land that could fly with their kind. There were horses with great horns on their foreheads. It had been five years since he saw her last. The humans had taken him from her and sold him to the girl he lived with now. He was her little pet Xermirian.

Trowa flexed his wings. He wished he could fly like he was meant to. They had been clipped when he was very young so he would not escape. "Mou kizutsuite moii hitomi wo sorasazu ni astsuku hagaeshiku ikiiteitai," he sang sadly in his native language. "Akiramenai tsuyosa wo kureru atana dakara dakishimetai." He would never forget his mother.

He pulled angrily at his chains. He hated it here.

Something caught Trowa's eye. It was oval shapped. Perhaps it was an egg of some sort.

He reached for it. Not close enough. He got up and pulled to the chain's limit, then with his hands reached out and edged it closer to him until he could pick it up.

It was an egg but Trowa had never seen such a kind before.

'Trowa!" Dorothy, his owner, called and he quickly hid the egg in his pocket. "Now, if I let you free, you won't run away this time, right?"

Trowa shook his head. His back and wings were still sore from the last time he had tried to run away and the scar on his face burned deep into his skin still.

"Good because you remember what Daddy did last time you did that," she scolded him as she pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the cuffs around his neck, wrists and ankles.

He rubbed his neck. It was sore from the pressure of the metal.

"Come on, Trowa," Dorothy said cheerfully. "We're going to Hilde's house today."

Trowa hated that little blue haired girl. On the bright side, the Schbeikers owned a Xermirian like himself.

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"Oh, let them play," Dorothy said. "They aren't doing any harm."

Hilde shrugged. "Oh, all right." She turned to her Xermirian. "You can go play, Duo."

Trowa sat in a corner and looked up as Duo appeared.

Duo was an older Xermirian. He remembered when times were the way Trowa's mother had described them. He was almost a hundred years old but somehow he didn't look a day over sixteen.

"I've found something," Trowa said.

"Well, let's see it," Duo said sitting beside him.

Trowa carefully pulled the egg from his pocket. "I found this by where they tie me up outside. I've never seen such an egg."

Duo gasped. "Put that away, quickly," he said as he tried to block the humans' view of the egg with his wing. "Do you jave any idea what you have?"

Trowa shook his head as he placed it back in his pocket.

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