Where it Ends

by neekabe

It was a time when the earth was dying. For hundreds of years the Men had stolen from it, poisoning it with their deeds. They broke their First rule and took five children; nameless waifs who were given gifts so they could fight for life in coming war.

2. Chapter 2

I still don't own Gundam Wing. Nor the poem used.


Come away, O Human child!
To the waters and the wild.
With a faerie hand in hand
For the worlds more full of weeping
Than you can understand.

Chapter 2

What next…?
Where were they now?

Five years ago the last war had ended. Five years ago was the last time they had seen their 'children', the warriors that had fought for them. Maybe she should check up on them, just to make sure they're adjusting to life. It didn't seem right just to use them, then discard them.

She checked to see her child was sleeping soundly, then left to the world of men.

He would be safe in her house. The land of the faerie could not be entered except by invitation. It was a fair land, peaceful and good.
But the world of the humans was harsh. As she stepped through the barrier, cold wind bit into her skin.

She sent out her mind to those touched by the Faerie had gifted so many years ago. And she felt pain.

Once the initial shock of the onslaught passed, she sorted through all she felt from them. Pain, love, betrayal, peace, guilt, joy, regret…. Anger. Hope.
Guilt of her own flooded through her. After all these children had done, it wasn't right to leave them in such pain. Her race had the power now to do something, to keep existing thanks to these five. And they were suffering greatly for helping. She could give them a last gift, thank them for all thy had sacrificed.

She would give them healing. She would not take away them memories, that would destroy their personalities, but she cold sooth the rough edges off of the memories. Speed the process that time would have healed in the end.

Flirting through the shadows she visited each one. A touch, a whisper of Power calmed their fitful sleep, soothed scarred minds and drove the nightmares away.

Pleased with her efforts so far she moved to the home of the First.

It was a small Spartan apartment, nothing on the walls just enough to keep existing, nothing else. Nothing that suggested he had a life since the war ended. She scanned the room, looking harder. All his weapons were in peak condition, still. He was still fighting, still working to keep the peace he had given the world. When would it be enough for him? When would he finally be able to rest and live?

Then she saw the First, curled up on the bed. Sweat covered his body, he was stiff in his sleep and she could sense the pain radiating off of him.
He was dreaming, but the dreams were not restful.


***to be continued***