Authors note. More of the warriors are unlocked. I didn't mean to bounce around. It just kind of happened. Please
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Chapter II
The Warriors of Air, Earth, Water, and Darkness
Wufei ran. He held the handle to his katanna tight as he ran away from the things that pursued him. He finally stopped to catch his breath, but the things caught up to him. He cursed as he saw that one of them, which he had cut the hand off of, now had it's hand back.
"What the hell!" he said. He then heard laughter. Wufei recognized the voice instantly, but he had not heard it in a very long time.
"Hello Wufei," he heard her say. She held in her hand a sword very much like he himself held.
"Hello Marein, or do you still prefer Nataku?" he said.
"So sorry we had to meet like this husband, but you were the one fated to become the warrior of Air," she said. It was then she began to attack without warning, but at that exact moment that their swords clashed lightening struck…Wufei. The lightening coursed through him and he fell to his knees. As Marein tried to attack him while he was venerable, her blade shattered.
A streak of Wufei's coal black hair had suddenly become pure gold, and strange black feathery wings tiped with gold now helped his flight away from his enemy. He turned back to look at her, and she swore loudly at him.
"I'll get you Wufei, even if I have to bring you into the world of the night!" Marein turned to the vampires she had with her and commanded them to leave. They agreed readily because the sun had begun to rise, and even though the false light of the colonies did nothing to them, the fear of light was still very much a part of them.
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The demi-Lyrisica sat a part from everyone else in the bar. His name was Milliardo, and he had once believed that he was a Peacecraft, but that had proved to be a lie. He was not the son of the ruler of the Sanq kingdom. He was the illegitimate son of Hiroshi Karras and the wife of Peacecraft.
On his left arm he bore the mark of a barbed vine. It was a deep jade in color and the thorns were like tiny daggers, but they would never harm another person, for the vine had fused with his skin the day he had found out about the truth of his lineage.
He had never told his half sister Relena about this, but he no longer trusted her entirely. His human half did, but the Lyrisica blood in him prevented him from ever truly trusting anyone again. He had told Noin what he was, and she wouldn't even look him in the eye anymore. Needless to say that he tried to avoid her. He did not want to see her flinch away from him. To her he wasn't half human he was half not.
He did not stay long, for he had picked up the habit of drifting. He preferred to stay on earth, for the planet called its warrior home. The warrior of Earth paid for his half finished drink and left the dark and dismal place.
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Vaden Sikar listened to his solitary message on his answering machine, and as always it was from his best friend, Quatre. He sighed, it seemed that his friend needed him. His friend still knew him by the only name he would let most call him, Trowa Barton.
Trowa was just about ready to go for a swim. The water called to him worse than it ever had. It seemed that the limitations of his kind were finally becoming a hindrance. He wished once again that he could have been born a human, but no. Instead he was once of the dying ones, one of the ancient races. He was what Irish legend called a Selkie (see footnote if you do not know what this is), but his people called themselves Sealana.
Trowa decided that Quatre could wait. Instead he went outside, and to the sea that he lived by. Trowa no longer lived in space; he found the salty sea of earth so much more refreshing. To even meet his friend he would have to return to space, which was something he was in no hurry to do.
He had just reached the water when he felt a cold chill up his spine. He turned around and saw that he was being followed. He did not know who it was at first, but as the person came into he realized whom it was.
"Cathy, what are you doing here?" he asked his sister.
"Silence," she said. Her voice was warped a bit, and it sounded as if she had a cold.
"Are you alright…." He asked her. She didn't say anything more.
"How do you like my new daughter?" another voice said. It was then another person said. He turned to that person instead. She was pale and her eyes were clearly inhuman, and they weren't the eyes of a Sealana either.
"What the hell are you, and what have you done to Catherine!" he yelled at the woman. His only answer was malicious laughter.
"I am a vampire you pathetic Sealana! And as to what I did to Cathy, I just made her my daughter. And you, you pathetic mortal, shall be her first kill!"
"Cathy!" Trowa yelled, trying to incite a response in her. He looked into her eyes and only saw ferocious hunger in her eyes, and not so much as a flicker of recognition.
"Attack your prey, my pet!" the unknown vampire told Catherine. Cathy listened to the vampire. She began to advance towards Trowa, and he knew he could not lift a hand against her.
Instead of bothering to try and hurt his sister Trowa turned against the vampire. He drew back his fist and slammed it into the vampire's stomach, but all that did was insinuate another round of malicious laughter.
With one blow she managed to knock Trowa to the ground. Trowa jumped to his feet, and attacked her once again. The result was the same. Trowa back up, and his foot became soaked in water. The coolness of the water seemed to refresh him immensely. He attacked her again, but still nothing. She did not seem to feel a thing he did to her.
"Play time is over!" she said. The vampire latched onto Trowa's wrist, and began to crush it easily in her grasp.
"Cathy come to me," she said. Catherine obeyed. The vampire then ordered he to grab Trowa's wrist itself, and the girl did.
"Now bite him!" the vampire screamed at her. Catherine began to obey…
But she could not, for the exact moment that her teeth grazed the flesh of Trowa's bruised wrist rain fell in a quick and harsh rainstorm. Then it just stopped, but the effects were clearly visible. The warrior of water now hovered off the ground with dark blue draconic wings and a teardrop like mark was now at the corner of Trowa's eye.
The vampire knew what had happened and cursed out loud. Moments later she was impaled by a spear of ice.
Trowa then turned to Cathy, in her eyes there was still only maddened hunger, not so much as a spark of humanity in her cold eyes. Trowa knew what had to be done, but before he could deal with his sister, the youngling vampire ran away, and Trowa was loath to follow her. The warrior of Water folded his wings to his back. Moments later the draconic wings disappeared, but the tear marking was still there. S
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Heero Yuy was walking the streets alone. He did not want anyone to recognize him, nor did he want to be seen at all. He still remembered clearly what had just happened.
The warrior of darkness the accursed thing had called him, well whatever the hell he had been, he was now dead. He killed the abomination. The black draconic wings that had appeared were now gone, but the memory of what had happened still remained etched into his memory. He had planned on meeting up with Duo, but Heero did not want to find any of his fellow pilots. He walked on and saw the world through raven eyes….
Author-now I bet you are wondering about that girl and the other warriors…next chapter, I promise. But I want reviews first. Muhahahahahahaha(sorry couldn't resist!). Anyway a happy author is a more productive author! R&R!
A Selkie is a thing of Irish lore and is a person that is human in water, and a seal in water. The always have silver eyes. In this Trowa (Or Vaden Sikar) wears contacts.