We are trained as humans to forget

Wanders: Ascension

By Eve

Author's Notes for *Wanders: Ascension*

Hello all, both new readers and old. Welcome to

Wanders my epic in the making. It's a story

filled with love, laughter, heart, and above all

romance. Okay, whatever. I can keep kidding myself.

Actually it's more like major angst, ass-kicking,

and a side of romance. But whatever, you can see it

as delusional as you fit.

*shrugs* Up to you. Anyhow, this was my first

GW fic that I breathed life into. It's

original posting place is on Aishiteru, if you're

interested. The inspiration itself was an large

jumble of things, especially the following.

* Nine Inch Nails, "The Fragile"

* Mission Impossible

This is Book One of the series. From what I

been told, it's confusing at first. So if

problems are present, just e-mail me. But

keep in mind, it'll be explain eventually.

The story is split into three books, this

obviously being the first and probably the

shortest of the three. ;;^_^

Parings or well implied parings include

1xR, 2xH, 3xC ::ducks flying tomatoes::,

4xD, and 5xMerian. I actually adore Midii

and Sally, so the only real character

bashing goes to Sylvia Noventa something

I won't really apologize for. So leads to

the real, real parings. 1xSN, 3xMU, 5xS...

Duo does have a girlfriend named Lana Emanuel

who does play a huge part and then there's

Quatre's female companion for good measure.

Anyhow without further adieu begins this

lil' 'ol epic of mine.

Eve

- Also anyone who has been trying to

e-mail me at my old address, it sucks

so just resend everything to my new one.

I'll shut up now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its

characters. What I do own are the mutant

creations that I like to call characters

that I threw in for my own entertainment.

Want them? E-mail me and then just add

water, that simple.

**

Prologue: Lost Souls

We are trained as humans to forget. To forget the past, the present, the future...

Whatever it may be. As humans, we are not suppose to understand the complexity

of our initial actions. For if we did start to understand life the way it is truly

presented, it would lead to a downward spiral of antagonizing emotions.

We as humans are not meant to understand what is behind the

simplicity of our environment. As eager as we are to take up the

knowledge of everything, it will never happen. We are meant to

feel... Pain, sadness, anger, happiness... Emotions are only for us

to feel...

Yet there are exceptions and there are gifts. There are people

blessed with knowledge, the ability to pull apart a concept and

understand it completely. There are people blessed with sight,

to see life in its true glory. And there are people with the ability

to heal whether be it physical or emotional pain.

These people are humanity's only salvation.

Empty.

Emotionless.

Cold.

Five girls with pasts that no human can sustain gave up their lives to

fight, to survive for the benefit of mankind. Five girls blessed, even

cursed with gifts that they can only comprehend. They fought for a

limited purpose, but with a passion. There was one goal and one goal

only.

Return to those they loved.

Five girls give up by their creators, their parents. They endured pain

that no normal human being could survive. They forced themselves

to lock everything away. Emotion was a catalyst, dangerous and

deceiving. That is until they learned how to control it.

Five girls trained to kill and destroy, to reinitiate peace. They were

taught how to use and control their gifts, as deadly weapons and as

healing tools. They were reunited with what was left on their families

to relearn how to feel. How to love... But then they were taken away

again.

An endless mission.

Broken promises.

Five girls faced with never-ending challenges. Five girls refusing

to stop until nirvana was within reach.

They were strong and unbreakable.

Until the last mission came.

Five pilots trained to protect the colonies and the earth, and

without knowing to break the psyches of these five girls,

now women.

Life is no a downward spiral to hell.

They were lost souls.

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