Starwind and Hawking - Prologue Starwind and Hawking
By Chustang Sundust

: Prologue :

It was a cold misty morning that hung lazily over the moors of Great Britain, silvery in the pale light seeping through the flinty gray clouds. The sun had at least the decency not to shine, Jim thought semi-positively to himself. Overlooking the entire wet and misty land, were three graves: two old, and one, newly dug. Jim sniffed, brushing his painfully red eyes, and stood up beside the third one. It felt strange coming back here, only a few hours after the funeral, but it felt better than the actual funeral. He had barely pulled himself to do it, but even then, he had been an empty, accepting shell. Now, it was different. Jim would have come here everyday, but Earth wasn't home for him. Sentinel was, not here.
Beside him, Sean paused, as the silent Jim sauntered back into town where they would be waiting, and blinked his bright brown eyes. The redheaded kid turned his gaze tentatively toward the grave, and then off to roll among the moors. Determined not to cry, he trotted over to a nearby flower patch, and picked the straggly, stringy purple flowers, no bigger than his fingernail. Once collected, Sean placed them on his father's grave, among the white and red flowers, a few castor shells, Aisha's bell, and Suzuka's bokuto.
Sean paused to admire the sad shrine, running his fingers across the cold stone, and ran quickly after his brother. "We'll be back soon, Dad," he whispered reassuringly.

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Author's Notes:
Everybody wants more, so I'll work on a sequel. Man. I just get deeper and deeper into piles of stories…. One Message Waiting was meant to be only one story, but Jim's Girl gave me some good ideas. I guess I might as well do a sequel. Please read and review!! Thanks everybody! Thank you so much!