The Cathach
Chapter 4
Missie here again. I've finally decided on a title for this fic. THE CATHACH!!! It's Irish for battle script. Some background history to this fic included, and the others finally appear!!!!
Usual warnings, you know I don't own Gundam Wing and probably don't care.
The centre of all trade, commerce and the home of the ruler of Europe at this time was Tara Hill. The High King was Treize Kushrenada, a deeply religious man who wanted to bring the Christian faith to the pagan nations of Europe. Witnessing the Wild magic already present in these lands, he made the decision to destroy all precences that threatened his initiation of Celtic Europe into the Christian Church.
When an immortal creature is left alone to live in peace, it will almost always do so, and live until the end of time. However, they can be destroyed if caught at a disadvantage, and so many immortals lived as recluses. Treize saw the immortals as an affront against God and His teachings, and ordered that they be hunted and wiped out. Scripts containing ancient incantations and legends were seized and burned, and all traces of the ancient magic wiped out. For all intensive purposes, Treize's plan was successful.
The Fianna had been an ancient society of the greatest soldiers the world had ever known, set up to protect the High King. However, the remaining members of this elite group had grown old under the leadership of Fionn Mac Cumhail and under the rule of Conchobhar Mac Nessa, and disagreed with their new king's strict fundamentalist views. The last five members moved to Inis Gloire to revitalize the Fianna and challenge Treize's rule. There was fierce competition for membership amongst young men who wanted to rebel against the High King. A series of grueling tests were set up to determine who could become a member, so most who applied were soon eliminated.
The new leader of the Finn was Heero Yuy, who had literally been stolen from a doorstep by J, one of the original Fenians. To hide their true identities, the old Fenians used only initials to identify each other. Heero had been raised by these men and trained to take over leadership of the Fianna, but most of his upbringing was mainly accredited to J. Having started an intense training regiment from an early age, Heero was perfect for the leadership of the Fianna.
So far, the new branch of the Fianna had only two established members besides Heero. Trowa Barton had been chosen after completing all the tests successfully and showing excellent skills as a spy. Trowa had a gift, given to him by a druid at the age of five. He was able to hear animals speak and talk to them. This proved useful in the tests designed to test his tracking and spying skills, when he had simply asked some birds for information. He didn't associate with humans when he could avoid it, another thing that made him a desirable candidate. The old Fenians figured that he wouldn't form any close connections that would distract him from his work.
Wufei Chang was the third confirmed member, a traveler from the east who came with a reputation. It was a popular rumor that he had killed a dragon in China and eaten its skin to turn its strength into his own strength. It was probably true, because Wufei fought like a demon and seemed indestructible. He was the only one besides Heero and Trowa who had passed all the tests.
More and more young men had applied for positions in this elite group, and most left after the first round of tests. The original Fenians had just about given up finding more members, and were contemplating attacking Treize with just the three outstanding new Fenians, and the reserves of merely adequate soldiers.
J scrutinized the new wave of applicants with an air of resignation. The other elderly Fenians and Heero, Trowa and Wufei stood behind him. He proceeded to cross-examine each new applicant.
Heero's eyes went to a young man in the front lines, standing with his horse awaiting J's evaluation. He was unusual looking, with bright violet eyes and a braid of thick chestnut hair that must have been three feet long. As attractive as he was, it wasn't his looks that drew Heero's gaze. He had a mysterious air about him that Heero couldn't shrug off. With great effort, he concentrated on J, who had reached the braided boy and was questioning him.
" Name?'
" Duo Maxwell, sir."
" Age?"
" Fifteen, sir."
" Good age. You think you have what it takes to be a Fenian, boy?"
" Yes, sir."
" Any special skills?"
" Never miss a target sir."
" We'll see. This your horse?"
If Duo looked strange, his horse looked stranger. It was a pure white color that would put Heero's white stallion, Wing, to shame. But it looked more like a deer than a horse.
" Yes, sir."
" Name?'
" Quatre, sir."
" Four? "
" Fourth horse I've ever had, sir."
" Right. Breed?"
" Well, uh, ..... Appaloosa, sir."
Trowa heard a voice suddenly, but couldn't determine where it was coming from.
/Duo! Appaloosas are multi colored!/
" He doesn't look like an Appaloosa."
" Well he's a half-breed, sir."
" What's the other half? Deer?"
" Um.."
/ Arabian./
" Arabian, sir."
" Okay. Report to the pastures outside the castle for evaluation tomorrow at dawn."
" Yes sir."
The group disbanded to the dining halls or stables shortly after. Trowa continued to stare in the direction of Duo and his horse.
" I know I heard that horse talk, but how could Duo have heard him?
Chapter 4
Missie here again. I've finally decided on a title for this fic. THE CATHACH!!! It's Irish for battle script. Some background history to this fic included, and the others finally appear!!!!
Usual warnings, you know I don't own Gundam Wing and probably don't care.
The centre of all trade, commerce and the home of the ruler of Europe at this time was Tara Hill. The High King was Treize Kushrenada, a deeply religious man who wanted to bring the Christian faith to the pagan nations of Europe. Witnessing the Wild magic already present in these lands, he made the decision to destroy all precences that threatened his initiation of Celtic Europe into the Christian Church.
When an immortal creature is left alone to live in peace, it will almost always do so, and live until the end of time. However, they can be destroyed if caught at a disadvantage, and so many immortals lived as recluses. Treize saw the immortals as an affront against God and His teachings, and ordered that they be hunted and wiped out. Scripts containing ancient incantations and legends were seized and burned, and all traces of the ancient magic wiped out. For all intensive purposes, Treize's plan was successful.
The Fianna had been an ancient society of the greatest soldiers the world had ever known, set up to protect the High King. However, the remaining members of this elite group had grown old under the leadership of Fionn Mac Cumhail and under the rule of Conchobhar Mac Nessa, and disagreed with their new king's strict fundamentalist views. The last five members moved to Inis Gloire to revitalize the Fianna and challenge Treize's rule. There was fierce competition for membership amongst young men who wanted to rebel against the High King. A series of grueling tests were set up to determine who could become a member, so most who applied were soon eliminated.
The new leader of the Finn was Heero Yuy, who had literally been stolen from a doorstep by J, one of the original Fenians. To hide their true identities, the old Fenians used only initials to identify each other. Heero had been raised by these men and trained to take over leadership of the Fianna, but most of his upbringing was mainly accredited to J. Having started an intense training regiment from an early age, Heero was perfect for the leadership of the Fianna.
So far, the new branch of the Fianna had only two established members besides Heero. Trowa Barton had been chosen after completing all the tests successfully and showing excellent skills as a spy. Trowa had a gift, given to him by a druid at the age of five. He was able to hear animals speak and talk to them. This proved useful in the tests designed to test his tracking and spying skills, when he had simply asked some birds for information. He didn't associate with humans when he could avoid it, another thing that made him a desirable candidate. The old Fenians figured that he wouldn't form any close connections that would distract him from his work.
Wufei Chang was the third confirmed member, a traveler from the east who came with a reputation. It was a popular rumor that he had killed a dragon in China and eaten its skin to turn its strength into his own strength. It was probably true, because Wufei fought like a demon and seemed indestructible. He was the only one besides Heero and Trowa who had passed all the tests.
More and more young men had applied for positions in this elite group, and most left after the first round of tests. The original Fenians had just about given up finding more members, and were contemplating attacking Treize with just the three outstanding new Fenians, and the reserves of merely adequate soldiers.
J scrutinized the new wave of applicants with an air of resignation. The other elderly Fenians and Heero, Trowa and Wufei stood behind him. He proceeded to cross-examine each new applicant.
Heero's eyes went to a young man in the front lines, standing with his horse awaiting J's evaluation. He was unusual looking, with bright violet eyes and a braid of thick chestnut hair that must have been three feet long. As attractive as he was, it wasn't his looks that drew Heero's gaze. He had a mysterious air about him that Heero couldn't shrug off. With great effort, he concentrated on J, who had reached the braided boy and was questioning him.
" Name?'
" Duo Maxwell, sir."
" Age?"
" Fifteen, sir."
" Good age. You think you have what it takes to be a Fenian, boy?"
" Yes, sir."
" Any special skills?"
" Never miss a target sir."
" We'll see. This your horse?"
If Duo looked strange, his horse looked stranger. It was a pure white color that would put Heero's white stallion, Wing, to shame. But it looked more like a deer than a horse.
" Yes, sir."
" Name?'
" Quatre, sir."
" Four? "
" Fourth horse I've ever had, sir."
" Right. Breed?"
" Well, uh, ..... Appaloosa, sir."
Trowa heard a voice suddenly, but couldn't determine where it was coming from.
/Duo! Appaloosas are multi colored!/
" He doesn't look like an Appaloosa."
" Well he's a half-breed, sir."
" What's the other half? Deer?"
" Um.."
/ Arabian./
" Arabian, sir."
" Okay. Report to the pastures outside the castle for evaluation tomorrow at dawn."
" Yes sir."
The group disbanded to the dining halls or stables shortly after. Trowa continued to stare in the direction of Duo and his horse.
" I know I heard that horse talk, but how could Duo have heard him?
