Nothing's mine =P
Well this is it. thanks for all the lovely reivews. Here's a question for you though; Do you want to see what happened to the others? They didn't seem necessary as part of the main story because in this particular case I didn't see them as badly affected by the war but that doesn't mean it can't be done. So speak to me! Let me know what you want to see.
For he comes the 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 6
Always he was different, always the exception. Even in this world where everyone was happy, where pain was unknown, his eyes were still shadowed with pain. The nightmares still haunted him. Physically he was in perfect condition. Sparring with the Faerie warriors was enjoyable to say the least. He could not refuse the part of himself that craved the adrenaline rush of battle, but it was nice to have nothing on the line. When loosing just meant a loss of face, and the only downside to winning was the inevitable rematch, he could enjoy the challenge.
But in the night, in the times when he finally succumbed to mortal weakness and slept, it was like he had never left. That was when the pain attacked, when the memories returned and old mistakes haunted him.
He would wake with tears in his eyes, a wet face, and her beside him. The Lady of the Faerie, offering what comfort she could. He learned to accept her kindness, he learned that tears could heal.
As the years passed, the pain lessened, leaving behind only memories. He began to heal. Carefully, tentatively, but the effort was there. His tattered psyche built itself up, re-affirming the person had been a long time ago, before his life had changed. He grew to love the Land and it's inhabitants. He laughed more, smiled, but the day he finally broke the last barrier was when Trowa walked through the Gate.
64 years had passed since Heero had left. In that time, he learned, Trowa had found an old love, had married, and had even seen his grandchildren before he passed away. He was waiting for her now, and he expected the others to arrive soon.
Trowa's predictions were right, within two years the others had arrived. Heero greeted each one as they entered this land, and each time the story was told, to the delight of all children nearby.
And the Lady looked on and smiled. Finally the story was complete.
***end***
Well this is it. thanks for all the lovely reivews. Here's a question for you though; Do you want to see what happened to the others? They didn't seem necessary as part of the main story because in this particular case I didn't see them as badly affected by the war but that doesn't mean it can't be done. So speak to me! Let me know what you want to see.
To the waters and the wild
With a faerie, hand in hand.
For the worlds more full of weeping
than you can understand.
Chapter 6
Always he was different, always the exception. Even in this world where everyone was happy, where pain was unknown, his eyes were still shadowed with pain. The nightmares still haunted him. Physically he was in perfect condition. Sparring with the Faerie warriors was enjoyable to say the least. He could not refuse the part of himself that craved the adrenaline rush of battle, but it was nice to have nothing on the line. When loosing just meant a loss of face, and the only downside to winning was the inevitable rematch, he could enjoy the challenge.
But in the night, in the times when he finally succumbed to mortal weakness and slept, it was like he had never left. That was when the pain attacked, when the memories returned and old mistakes haunted him.
He would wake with tears in his eyes, a wet face, and her beside him. The Lady of the Faerie, offering what comfort she could. He learned to accept her kindness, he learned that tears could heal.
As the years passed, the pain lessened, leaving behind only memories. He began to heal. Carefully, tentatively, but the effort was there. His tattered psyche built itself up, re-affirming the person had been a long time ago, before his life had changed. He grew to love the Land and it's inhabitants. He laughed more, smiled, but the day he finally broke the last barrier was when Trowa walked through the Gate.
64 years had passed since Heero had left. In that time, he learned, Trowa had found an old love, had married, and had even seen his grandchildren before he passed away. He was waiting for her now, and he expected the others to arrive soon.
Trowa's predictions were right, within two years the others had arrived. Heero greeted each one as they entered this land, and each time the story was told, to the delight of all children nearby.
And the Lady looked on and smiled. Finally the story was complete.
***end***