A small boy with large blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair, and a small circlet crown resting upon his head, green in the tall green grass beside a jagged crystal blue stream. He chased a rainbow-colored butterfly toward a pond surrounded by reeds. A gargantuan tree was grounded next to the pond.
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He laughed as the butterfly glided over the pond. She hovered there, taunting the little blonde prince, tempting him to enter the water. He fell to it, and splashed into the water and kept falling.brbr
The water welled up around him in violent waves. His surroundings went from beautiful, complacent greens and blues to swirling violent reds and blacks. He landed hard, and he and the boy were one. His breath was knocked out of him. He stood, gasping. Upon bringing his head up he found the lone fish, the size of a man, standing on his fins, aiming a gun at his head.brBr
The sound of the gun ravaged his ears, but the bullet shot past him, grazing his left earlobe. He no sooner discovered the blood than he was flying after the bullet over the pond, which turns into a lake, and then into a sea, with clear, crystal green-blue Alpine water. He wanted to plunge into the tempting coolness, to escape the flame of the blazing bullet.brbr
Soon the water passed away to high stony peaks of the Swiss Alps.brbr
It's swift path flew to a small clearing where a small green-clad army stood at attention on the sloping base of a rugged mountain. Then, it ran to a neighboring mountain, through a little hole just above the tree line. Inside Wufei loomed, bearing his sword, a savage look in his eyes. He ricocheted the bullet off his sword with such a force that it soared over its previous course at twice the speed as before, dragging Quatre along with it.brbr
The bullet embedded itself in the Dreaming Tree. It seared a flaming hole through the middle, then dissipated into a fine, glowing mist. Quatre ran into the middle of it, attempting to collect the remnants of the sacred tree, but it only disappeared, allowing the black flames to return.brBr
Quatre ran from the ruins, screaming, "Father, father come quick! The Dreaming Tree has died!"brbr
He couldn't find his father. He saw so many people, a large group, all women--and then he saw Ilea. His sisters! All of his sisters surrounded him, looking grim. He made note of them, especially the ones he had not yet met. At the end of the group, he saw a fair-haired, pregnant woman in a rocking chair, singing to the childe within her. He stopped a moment. It's my mother...he said, but quickly she passes away and the path is moving him through the raging fiery, watery tunnel.brBr
A sense of intense anxiety compelled him again to run--and again familiar faces passed by, but he did not stop to meet them.brBr
He spotted Trowa wearing his clown mask, with an arm protectively around Catherine's waist. She was wielding a sparkling green throwing knife. Next he passed Duo and Hilde involving themselves in an overly passionate embrace. He stops, coming face to face with Heero, who is holding a gun out to his head.brbr
"Omae O Korosu," he says, cocking the gun.brbr
Relena runs up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Heero, why?"brbr
He turns to Relena, licking his lips, placing one arm around her, keeping the other trained on Quatre, gun in hand. "he needs to wake up. He is being selfish."brbr
"He'll come around, Heero. All he needs is time..."brbr
She pushed herself into his loose embrace, tightening her grip. Heero let his aim drop, allowing the weapon to clang to the floor. He licked his lips once more, with concupiscence as he brought his other arm around her, pressing her to himself. She smiled slightly as their lips met after an elongated term separation.brbr
Quatre stood, fixated, contemplating this sudden turn. He didn't understand. What could a scene like that possibly reflect?brbr
Did it really anything to do with the two people who stood kissing?brBrbrBr
It was a dream.brBr
Quatre's eyes opened with a blink or two. The room, though white, seemed almost dime compared to the roaring psychedelics of his prophecy.brbr
He was alone, save flowers and a small stuffed dove. His arm was sore, so he only brushed its beak with his fingertips.brbr
Heero and Relena, in their passion, flashed before his eyes.brbr
He wanted to meditate on his vision. Was it a gift from the Dreaming Tree? brBr
His head hurt, and he rested his eyes.brbrBrbr
Scene Two: CommisionerbrbrBr
Zechs leaned a large file folder, head in his hand, hair splayed in every which direction. The last thing he wanted was to plan and execute a mission. He'd rather sleep.brbr
They had the basic coordinates of where Wufei was, which was approximately where Devon Steele was the bastard.brbr
Zechs' feelings toward the man were not unclear. He'd met him before, had work with him...But he never knew of his divine influence. He would find the man and kill him, if Wufei had not yet done so.brBr
His mission group would include himself, the three pilots at his disposal, and Une's other two top Preventors: Legion and Judas. The objective was to reclaim Wufei and Switzerland, and to defeat Steele.brbr
Judas and Legion knew the landscape well. Yuy, Maxwell, and Barton were for manpower and shear ferociousness. He was there to call out the Swiss army if the need arose to counter the small ELF army....and to make sure nobody died.br.br
He only prayed he didn't kill Yuy himself. The boy, now man, still threatened his confidence in himself.brbr
His head fell onto the table in front of him, he rested a moment, praying for his life.brbr
Foreboding entered him, and his supplications became more desperate.brbr
Were his reservations a result of his delayed vacation from battle, or because of a recently added burden?brbr
He was too young--too old to become a father. He could no longer work at Mars. That was no place to raise a childe. They would most likely stay in Europe--he'd procure a high-ranking position in the Preventors, and they would live. Noin would want to work as well....Why did they ever think they could get away with having children?brbr
What idiots they had been.brbrbrbr
Scene Three: News Mediabrbr
The television's glare changed the dusk of the room from gray to pink to green to blue to yellow.brbr
It was a press conference, addressing the world of the situation in Germany. Finally the due notice was coming to the events. Until now the majority of the population had been involved in aid at the four bombing sites to notice what was really going on.brbr
The president spoke. A panel stood behind him, including Lady Une and Relena, who had flown to Berlin the day after Lady Une's visit with Meiran.brbr
The One World Nation was being informed of the Preventors currently enroute to Switzerland, with the aid of the Swiss Army to disarm the rebelling forces.brbr
Pictures of Chang Wufei in his Preventors' uniform had been flashed, but he was not a civilian, so his capture was not of great importance to the public.br.br
Hilde jogged into the house. She'd gone for a run, not wanting to subject herself to the television. Duo had left late the night before.brbr
She plopped down on the couch with her bottle of water just in time to hear the president say, "God Bless us all."brbr
"Do leaders always end their speeches like that?" Hilde asked.brbr
"I've never heard Relena do it..." Meiran said.brbr
"She's a cabinet member...That's different..."brbr
"I suppose..."brbr
"Never let me do that." Hilde commanded, and then laughed. "I say that as if I will ever be in politics...brbr
"You know who I think would do well in politics?" Hilde asked, wiping her sweaty face with her sleeve.brbr
Meiran shook her head.brbr
"Wufei...He's so idealistic and permanently set in what he believes. He'd be a great, honest politician." brbr
"Is there such a thing?"brbr
Hilde shrugged and smiled at Meiran reflectively.brbr
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Scene Four: The Fire IgnitesbrBr
For so many days Devon had played with his risoner. For only so many days could he keep his longings within.brbr
For only so many hours could he contain himself now.brbr
his blade gleamed in the sunlight. The sword was a sleek masterpiece, ready to soak crimson life into its very soul.brbr
The day was the eleventh of June, year AC 198. The anxious blood-lust had raged for nearly two weeks, while the destruction slept.brbr
Within hours the final battle would be over.brbr
Only he or the boy would remain...brbrbr
Got it out!! yeah!!
brbrI haven't even started writing the next chapter yet. It will probably take awhile to get it out considering the humongous amounts of homework I've been getting lately. I'll try though. After this next couple o weeks, things should slow down just a little bit.brbr
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He laughed as the butterfly glided over the pond. She hovered there, taunting the little blonde prince, tempting him to enter the water. He fell to it, and splashed into the water and kept falling.brbr
The water welled up around him in violent waves. His surroundings went from beautiful, complacent greens and blues to swirling violent reds and blacks. He landed hard, and he and the boy were one. His breath was knocked out of him. He stood, gasping. Upon bringing his head up he found the lone fish, the size of a man, standing on his fins, aiming a gun at his head.brBr
The sound of the gun ravaged his ears, but the bullet shot past him, grazing his left earlobe. He no sooner discovered the blood than he was flying after the bullet over the pond, which turns into a lake, and then into a sea, with clear, crystal green-blue Alpine water. He wanted to plunge into the tempting coolness, to escape the flame of the blazing bullet.brbr
Soon the water passed away to high stony peaks of the Swiss Alps.brbr
It's swift path flew to a small clearing where a small green-clad army stood at attention on the sloping base of a rugged mountain. Then, it ran to a neighboring mountain, through a little hole just above the tree line. Inside Wufei loomed, bearing his sword, a savage look in his eyes. He ricocheted the bullet off his sword with such a force that it soared over its previous course at twice the speed as before, dragging Quatre along with it.brbr
The bullet embedded itself in the Dreaming Tree. It seared a flaming hole through the middle, then dissipated into a fine, glowing mist. Quatre ran into the middle of it, attempting to collect the remnants of the sacred tree, but it only disappeared, allowing the black flames to return.brBr
Quatre ran from the ruins, screaming, "Father, father come quick! The Dreaming Tree has died!"brbr
He couldn't find his father. He saw so many people, a large group, all women--and then he saw Ilea. His sisters! All of his sisters surrounded him, looking grim. He made note of them, especially the ones he had not yet met. At the end of the group, he saw a fair-haired, pregnant woman in a rocking chair, singing to the childe within her. He stopped a moment. It's my mother...he said, but quickly she passes away and the path is moving him through the raging fiery, watery tunnel.brBr
A sense of intense anxiety compelled him again to run--and again familiar faces passed by, but he did not stop to meet them.brBr
He spotted Trowa wearing his clown mask, with an arm protectively around Catherine's waist. She was wielding a sparkling green throwing knife. Next he passed Duo and Hilde involving themselves in an overly passionate embrace. He stops, coming face to face with Heero, who is holding a gun out to his head.brbr
"Omae O Korosu," he says, cocking the gun.brbr
Relena runs up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Heero, why?"brbr
He turns to Relena, licking his lips, placing one arm around her, keeping the other trained on Quatre, gun in hand. "he needs to wake up. He is being selfish."brbr
"He'll come around, Heero. All he needs is time..."brbr
She pushed herself into his loose embrace, tightening her grip. Heero let his aim drop, allowing the weapon to clang to the floor. He licked his lips once more, with concupiscence as he brought his other arm around her, pressing her to himself. She smiled slightly as their lips met after an elongated term separation.brbr
Quatre stood, fixated, contemplating this sudden turn. He didn't understand. What could a scene like that possibly reflect?brbr
Did it really anything to do with the two people who stood kissing?brBrbrBr
It was a dream.brBr
Quatre's eyes opened with a blink or two. The room, though white, seemed almost dime compared to the roaring psychedelics of his prophecy.brbr
He was alone, save flowers and a small stuffed dove. His arm was sore, so he only brushed its beak with his fingertips.brbr
Heero and Relena, in their passion, flashed before his eyes.brbr
He wanted to meditate on his vision. Was it a gift from the Dreaming Tree? brBr
His head hurt, and he rested his eyes.brbrBrbr
Scene Two: CommisionerbrbrBr
Zechs leaned a large file folder, head in his hand, hair splayed in every which direction. The last thing he wanted was to plan and execute a mission. He'd rather sleep.brbr
They had the basic coordinates of where Wufei was, which was approximately where Devon Steele was the bastard.brbr
Zechs' feelings toward the man were not unclear. He'd met him before, had work with him...But he never knew of his divine influence. He would find the man and kill him, if Wufei had not yet done so.brBr
His mission group would include himself, the three pilots at his disposal, and Une's other two top Preventors: Legion and Judas. The objective was to reclaim Wufei and Switzerland, and to defeat Steele.brbr
Judas and Legion knew the landscape well. Yuy, Maxwell, and Barton were for manpower and shear ferociousness. He was there to call out the Swiss army if the need arose to counter the small ELF army....and to make sure nobody died.br.br
He only prayed he didn't kill Yuy himself. The boy, now man, still threatened his confidence in himself.brbr
His head fell onto the table in front of him, he rested a moment, praying for his life.brbr
Foreboding entered him, and his supplications became more desperate.brbr
Were his reservations a result of his delayed vacation from battle, or because of a recently added burden?brbr
He was too young--too old to become a father. He could no longer work at Mars. That was no place to raise a childe. They would most likely stay in Europe--he'd procure a high-ranking position in the Preventors, and they would live. Noin would want to work as well....Why did they ever think they could get away with having children?brbr
What idiots they had been.brbrbrbr
Scene Three: News Mediabrbr
The television's glare changed the dusk of the room from gray to pink to green to blue to yellow.brbr
It was a press conference, addressing the world of the situation in Germany. Finally the due notice was coming to the events. Until now the majority of the population had been involved in aid at the four bombing sites to notice what was really going on.brbr
The president spoke. A panel stood behind him, including Lady Une and Relena, who had flown to Berlin the day after Lady Une's visit with Meiran.brbr
The One World Nation was being informed of the Preventors currently enroute to Switzerland, with the aid of the Swiss Army to disarm the rebelling forces.brbr
Pictures of Chang Wufei in his Preventors' uniform had been flashed, but he was not a civilian, so his capture was not of great importance to the public.br.br
Hilde jogged into the house. She'd gone for a run, not wanting to subject herself to the television. Duo had left late the night before.brbr
She plopped down on the couch with her bottle of water just in time to hear the president say, "God Bless us all."brbr
"Do leaders always end their speeches like that?" Hilde asked.brbr
"I've never heard Relena do it..." Meiran said.brbr
"She's a cabinet member...That's different..."brbr
"I suppose..."brbr
"Never let me do that." Hilde commanded, and then laughed. "I say that as if I will ever be in politics...brbr
"You know who I think would do well in politics?" Hilde asked, wiping her sweaty face with her sleeve.brbr
Meiran shook her head.brbr
"Wufei...He's so idealistic and permanently set in what he believes. He'd be a great, honest politician." brbr
"Is there such a thing?"brbr
Hilde shrugged and smiled at Meiran reflectively.brbr
brbr
Scene Four: The Fire IgnitesbrBr
For so many days Devon had played with his risoner. For only so many days could he keep his longings within.brbr
For only so many hours could he contain himself now.brbr
his blade gleamed in the sunlight. The sword was a sleek masterpiece, ready to soak crimson life into its very soul.brbr
The day was the eleventh of June, year AC 198. The anxious blood-lust had raged for nearly two weeks, while the destruction slept.brbr
Within hours the final battle would be over.brbr
Only he or the boy would remain...brbrbr
Got it out!! yeah!!
brbrI haven't even started writing the next chapter yet. It will probably take awhile to get it out considering the humongous amounts of homework I've been getting lately. I'll try though. After this next couple o weeks, things should slow down just a little bit.brbr