Epilogue

The explosion lit up the sky. As the children were being tucked away into bed, the Libra cannon on the moon exploded, sending flaming lights streaming across the sky. They looked like shooting stars. The night sky was bright like it had been exactly 30 years ago on this very night.

Now, three weeks have passed. The year is After Colony 226. Duo Maxwell sits in his house. Something stirs in the bed next to him. His son wakes up after three weeks of rehabilitation. They embrace. They've saved the world.

Rapahela Barton has returned home. The circus is so bright and full of life during the Winter season. They travel to so many places. They are soon going to the city of Baghdad. There, she wonders, will she see Rasid?

Rasid Abdoul Winner is calm. He looks around the empty Winner Home. He looks at a picture of his family.

"Have I shamed you?" he asks, "If so, then I am sorry." He walks over to an endtable and grabs a flier he had grabbed the day before. The Barton Circus was coming. He has already bought tickets.

Treize Chang has assumed a new identity. He now goes by no name at all. But he is by the only thing he has left. He's gone and joined the circus. He's gone to join with Raphaela.

As for the Yuys, they survived the long drop from Milliardo's suite. Of course, they were quite banged up. They would have died had someone not saved them.

Heero awakes in the hospital to see his son. Odin smiles. Beside him sits a familiar face. Heero stares blankly at Zechs. It is over.

The year is After Colony 226. The Gundams are no longer needed.

The End

Okay, so I finally edited this and got it away from what I thought was an unreadble format. Hopefully it's better now and more enjoyable. I'm open to writing a sequel now, as my interest in all things Gundam has been piqued again recently. Thanks for reading this and read my other fics at rpg/MATTSPAGE!

Gundam Wing, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, and all related characters are copywrite Sunrise Entertainment (I think). All other characters are copywrite Me. So don't even think of using them as your own, you no talent, plagiarising hacks out there. Uh, hey, are you really reading this? Well, since I've got your attention, please visit the webpage of my Internet God, .com. By for now!

BOOYA! - Matt Ryan