Ah, my first fanfiction. I noticed there aren't a whole lot of G Gundam
fics around. So, what better place to start than here? I don't own G Gundam
blah blah blah, don't sue me. It starts out slowly, but it will pick up
eventually. So bare with me.
Prologue: The Path is Set
There was a bitter silence. The moment lingered, as if taunting him. "I'll return someday, I promise," he said confidently. He turned on his heels and dashed off, unaware of the girl sobbing behind him. Perhaps, he was aware and couldn't accept it..
He snapped awake. The young man sat up in a cold sweat. This was the fourth time he had woken up tonight, the same dream..the same nightmare that haunted him. He sighed and closed his eyes; he tossed the blankets aside and got up. He put on his white shirt and brown jacket over it. He had given up on sleeping, a strange eerie feeling rode the air around him.as if someone was there waking him up at the same point in that dream. He sighed and reached for his house keys and left the house.
He emerged into fog, the presence seemed to follow him. This made him uncomfortable as he stumbled through the thick veil. "The past..cannot be changed, nor can it be forgotten. There is no way around it, but you can try your best to move on," came an unfamiliar voice. The young man turned on his heels and reached for a long blade at his side, one that he wore even to bed with him. The man ahead of him chuckled, and his face was hidden in the fog and darkness.
"Who are you?! What are you talking about?!" demanded the anxious man with his hand still resting on the blade. For a while the man made no response, this only further increased the tension. As his hand began to draw the blade out from it's sheathe, the man finally spoke. "Muteki, there is no time. The time for you to understand will come, but now your path has been set and you have finally come upon it. There is no turning back," was the man's response.
To this, the fourteen year old stepped back. "Y-you know my name," was all he could say before he lost his balance, he had stepped backward off the pier. Suddenly, he was surrounded by darkness, but it was inviting. He didn't fight back and he lost consciousness.
Prologue: The Path is Set
There was a bitter silence. The moment lingered, as if taunting him. "I'll return someday, I promise," he said confidently. He turned on his heels and dashed off, unaware of the girl sobbing behind him. Perhaps, he was aware and couldn't accept it..
He snapped awake. The young man sat up in a cold sweat. This was the fourth time he had woken up tonight, the same dream..the same nightmare that haunted him. He sighed and closed his eyes; he tossed the blankets aside and got up. He put on his white shirt and brown jacket over it. He had given up on sleeping, a strange eerie feeling rode the air around him.as if someone was there waking him up at the same point in that dream. He sighed and reached for his house keys and left the house.
He emerged into fog, the presence seemed to follow him. This made him uncomfortable as he stumbled through the thick veil. "The past..cannot be changed, nor can it be forgotten. There is no way around it, but you can try your best to move on," came an unfamiliar voice. The young man turned on his heels and reached for a long blade at his side, one that he wore even to bed with him. The man ahead of him chuckled, and his face was hidden in the fog and darkness.
"Who are you?! What are you talking about?!" demanded the anxious man with his hand still resting on the blade. For a while the man made no response, this only further increased the tension. As his hand began to draw the blade out from it's sheathe, the man finally spoke. "Muteki, there is no time. The time for you to understand will come, but now your path has been set and you have finally come upon it. There is no turning back," was the man's response.
To this, the fourteen year old stepped back. "Y-you know my name," was all he could say before he lost his balance, he had stepped backward off the pier. Suddenly, he was surrounded by darkness, but it was inviting. He didn't fight back and he lost consciousness.