Prologue
Dark blonde hair obscured the girls face as she bent over the prophecy, her cornflower blue eyes scanned the parchment for information. Relena, the soon to be High Priestess of Midien, had been studying for well over an hour. A familiar hand closed on her shoulder, "Mistress, sleep now. It grows late, and there is much to be done tomorrow."
Relena turned, meeting the slate grey eyes of her handmaiden Dorothy. Bar for Relena and the mother she had the highest position within the temple. Relena smiled "You are right Dorothy, of course. You must sleep too." She stood blowing out the candle as she did, "Let us adjourn." She linked her arm through the older girls' and made her way towards her chambers.
~~~
"Mage school?" Heero asked, staring at his best friend in shock, "You, a mage?" He chuckled.
"Shut up Heero. You have no right to talk, especially considering you're going to become an apprentice mercenary." Wufei spat.
"Well, best of luck anyway," He paused, waiting as Wufeis face softened, "You'll need it!"
Wufei growled, "Heero!" Heero danced backwards,
"Yanus comes! I'll see you soon my friend!" Heero spoke, and embraced his best friend, before snatching up his weapons and dashing out of the shack to meet the approaching soldier. Wufei stared after him, after the training Heero would be different, and Wufei would miss him.
~~~
Catherine lowered the white veil of her wedding dress, preparing for her wedding. She was all of 14 years old, and yet she wished she did not have to wed. She stepped into the church, hands clasped in front of her as she walked. Her husband to be waited by the altar, his single green eye fixed on her. She gave him a weak smile, recalling their conversation earlier.
//Trowa gave her a small smile, "Honestly Cathy, I'm glad that it's you. I don't want to be married to someone I don't know. And I don't want you married to someone you don't love. Now that mother and father are dead, there's only you and me. We have to be a good king and queen, cos otherwise, otherwise who knows what'll happen." It was the longest speech her normally reticent brother had ever given, and Catherine smiled at him, "You're right dear brother. We have to be strong."//
Finally she reached the altar. The 9-year-old boy took her hand in his. The wedding was not what Catherine had imagined when she was younger, for of course, she was not marrying for love, but for duty, as queen. For as far back as history recorded the bloodline had been strengthened every third or forth generation by marrying the brother and sister heirs. Trowa gave her a serene smile, "I love you Cathy." he affirmed.
Catherine felt trapped, her dress was suddenly to tight, Trowa was waiting for her customary reply, "I love you too Tro-chan."
She could hear the guests tittering about how sweet the wedding was. Catherine dug her nails in the tender flesh of her palms. She hated this. She shivered in the gauzy material her dress was made of, she hated making an exhibition of herself like this. She tuned out the priest, despite the fact that this was maybe the most important day of her life, Catherine wanted nothing more then to be back where she belonged.
~~~
"Oneesan!" Quatrina called holding her swollen abdomen, "Dorothy, the babe comes!" Panic was evident in the girls huge blue eyes, and Dorothy laid a calming hand on her younger sisters forehead. "Be still." The girl calmed immediately. "Come Quatrina, for you are the chosen one." She took the girls hand and led her into the temple. "Mother! The innocent is nigh. Please, come." Tears trailed down the 12 year old girls cheeks, "Neesan, it hurts so much. I think I'm going to die."
"Nonsense Quatrina. It is childbirth. It always hurts."
The girl shook her head, white blond hair so like her sisters whipping around her face, "Dorothy, something's wrong."
Dorothy sighed, "Sleep." She commanded, laying the girl on the alter, and preparing her to give birth. "Mistress. Quatrina's time grows near. You wish to birth the child yourself?" She asked, sensing Relena's approach. "Yes, but we must await the Mother." Quatrina let out a shrill scream, breaking the sleep spell, she pushed the childs head out of her body. "Through the mysteries of time and space comes one, destined to be. to be." she trailed off, "Dorothy. He's so beautiful. my son."
"Son?" Relena questioned.
"She's delusional, of course the innocent is a girl." Dorothy replied
"Ai shiteru. my Quatre." Quatrina murmured, as her body turned inside out. Quatrina's eyes met Dorothy for less then a second before they closed, never to open again.
~~~
Purple eyes surveyed the stick carefully. It appeared to be a jesters staff, but there was something. Duo beamed, "I'll buy it." He told the man, grinning widely. "Keep it young 'un and have a good festival day. It's not often folk get to be happy."
Duo nodded, if only people could be happy all the time, but then, they lived in a land called Tear, of course they couldn't be happy all the time.
//If you were the king they could be//
Duo stared at the stick in shock, "Are.Are you talking to me?"
//You could be King, Duo//
"I.I just want people to be happy."
//We'll see//
~~~
"Milliardo," The black haired woman smiled, "I come from your sister."
"Lucrezia," The man greeted, brushing back a strand of long platinum blonde hair. "I hope you are well."
"Of course. The high priestess of Midien sends her love. You are doing well here I see, only priest of Midien?"
Milliardo nodded, "You will stay with me this time. I know you grow weary of this, but stay with me Lucrezia, for I will make you happy."
"For this moment, I will say yes. Between us we have a child to bring up. The Innocent. His name is Quatre, the only son of the goddess." She folded back a corner of the blanket, to show her husband to be the child's face.
"He looks as Dorothy did, when she was a babe." Milliardo commented, "Though not as hard."
Lucrezia nodded, "He is her nephew in blood. Quaterina, the young handmaiden was the chosen one. She died birthing him."
"Well now he is ours. We will be good to him. His Aunt and Uncle."
-Notes-
Most of the credit for this story goes to my best friend, muse, and co- author Krystle. This seems a little reminiscent of the Belgariad to me. but that might just be me, because it's not based on that. The stick will have a bigger part, and so will everyone else, except for Trowa and Catherine, who I just put in because. well. there aren't enough good incest fics out there. J/K. No they will have a little bit bigger part, but not much. R&R! If you like review, if you don't like, you can still review, no flames please, or I don't write anymore.
Dark blonde hair obscured the girls face as she bent over the prophecy, her cornflower blue eyes scanned the parchment for information. Relena, the soon to be High Priestess of Midien, had been studying for well over an hour. A familiar hand closed on her shoulder, "Mistress, sleep now. It grows late, and there is much to be done tomorrow."
Relena turned, meeting the slate grey eyes of her handmaiden Dorothy. Bar for Relena and the mother she had the highest position within the temple. Relena smiled "You are right Dorothy, of course. You must sleep too." She stood blowing out the candle as she did, "Let us adjourn." She linked her arm through the older girls' and made her way towards her chambers.
~~~
"Mage school?" Heero asked, staring at his best friend in shock, "You, a mage?" He chuckled.
"Shut up Heero. You have no right to talk, especially considering you're going to become an apprentice mercenary." Wufei spat.
"Well, best of luck anyway," He paused, waiting as Wufeis face softened, "You'll need it!"
Wufei growled, "Heero!" Heero danced backwards,
"Yanus comes! I'll see you soon my friend!" Heero spoke, and embraced his best friend, before snatching up his weapons and dashing out of the shack to meet the approaching soldier. Wufei stared after him, after the training Heero would be different, and Wufei would miss him.
~~~
Catherine lowered the white veil of her wedding dress, preparing for her wedding. She was all of 14 years old, and yet she wished she did not have to wed. She stepped into the church, hands clasped in front of her as she walked. Her husband to be waited by the altar, his single green eye fixed on her. She gave him a weak smile, recalling their conversation earlier.
//Trowa gave her a small smile, "Honestly Cathy, I'm glad that it's you. I don't want to be married to someone I don't know. And I don't want you married to someone you don't love. Now that mother and father are dead, there's only you and me. We have to be a good king and queen, cos otherwise, otherwise who knows what'll happen." It was the longest speech her normally reticent brother had ever given, and Catherine smiled at him, "You're right dear brother. We have to be strong."//
Finally she reached the altar. The 9-year-old boy took her hand in his. The wedding was not what Catherine had imagined when she was younger, for of course, she was not marrying for love, but for duty, as queen. For as far back as history recorded the bloodline had been strengthened every third or forth generation by marrying the brother and sister heirs. Trowa gave her a serene smile, "I love you Cathy." he affirmed.
Catherine felt trapped, her dress was suddenly to tight, Trowa was waiting for her customary reply, "I love you too Tro-chan."
She could hear the guests tittering about how sweet the wedding was. Catherine dug her nails in the tender flesh of her palms. She hated this. She shivered in the gauzy material her dress was made of, she hated making an exhibition of herself like this. She tuned out the priest, despite the fact that this was maybe the most important day of her life, Catherine wanted nothing more then to be back where she belonged.
~~~
"Oneesan!" Quatrina called holding her swollen abdomen, "Dorothy, the babe comes!" Panic was evident in the girls huge blue eyes, and Dorothy laid a calming hand on her younger sisters forehead. "Be still." The girl calmed immediately. "Come Quatrina, for you are the chosen one." She took the girls hand and led her into the temple. "Mother! The innocent is nigh. Please, come." Tears trailed down the 12 year old girls cheeks, "Neesan, it hurts so much. I think I'm going to die."
"Nonsense Quatrina. It is childbirth. It always hurts."
The girl shook her head, white blond hair so like her sisters whipping around her face, "Dorothy, something's wrong."
Dorothy sighed, "Sleep." She commanded, laying the girl on the alter, and preparing her to give birth. "Mistress. Quatrina's time grows near. You wish to birth the child yourself?" She asked, sensing Relena's approach. "Yes, but we must await the Mother." Quatrina let out a shrill scream, breaking the sleep spell, she pushed the childs head out of her body. "Through the mysteries of time and space comes one, destined to be. to be." she trailed off, "Dorothy. He's so beautiful. my son."
"Son?" Relena questioned.
"She's delusional, of course the innocent is a girl." Dorothy replied
"Ai shiteru. my Quatre." Quatrina murmured, as her body turned inside out. Quatrina's eyes met Dorothy for less then a second before they closed, never to open again.
~~~
Purple eyes surveyed the stick carefully. It appeared to be a jesters staff, but there was something. Duo beamed, "I'll buy it." He told the man, grinning widely. "Keep it young 'un and have a good festival day. It's not often folk get to be happy."
Duo nodded, if only people could be happy all the time, but then, they lived in a land called Tear, of course they couldn't be happy all the time.
//If you were the king they could be//
Duo stared at the stick in shock, "Are.Are you talking to me?"
//You could be King, Duo//
"I.I just want people to be happy."
//We'll see//
~~~
"Milliardo," The black haired woman smiled, "I come from your sister."
"Lucrezia," The man greeted, brushing back a strand of long platinum blonde hair. "I hope you are well."
"Of course. The high priestess of Midien sends her love. You are doing well here I see, only priest of Midien?"
Milliardo nodded, "You will stay with me this time. I know you grow weary of this, but stay with me Lucrezia, for I will make you happy."
"For this moment, I will say yes. Between us we have a child to bring up. The Innocent. His name is Quatre, the only son of the goddess." She folded back a corner of the blanket, to show her husband to be the child's face.
"He looks as Dorothy did, when she was a babe." Milliardo commented, "Though not as hard."
Lucrezia nodded, "He is her nephew in blood. Quaterina, the young handmaiden was the chosen one. She died birthing him."
"Well now he is ours. We will be good to him. His Aunt and Uncle."
-Notes-
Most of the credit for this story goes to my best friend, muse, and co- author Krystle. This seems a little reminiscent of the Belgariad to me. but that might just be me, because it's not based on that. The stick will have a bigger part, and so will everyone else, except for Trowa and Catherine, who I just put in because. well. there aren't enough good incest fics out there. J/K. No they will have a little bit bigger part, but not much. R&R! If you like review, if you don't like, you can still review, no flames please, or I don't write anymore.
