Author's Note: This story is an AU and is sort of a crossover with a book called Shapechanger's Song: Chronicles of the Cheysuli, By: Jennifer Roberson. Basically I took her world. But you DO NOT have to read that book to understand this story. I will explain everything that you need to know in it. I would recommend the book(s) though I have not yet finished it. Yeah, anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer applies for both Gundam Wing and Shapechanger's Song.
Love's Lir
Prologue
Her brush strokes slid across the canvas in a barrage of color, dark sky and bright moon… beautiful. She tucked a few stray locks of golden hair behind her ear and bit her lower lip in concentration as she dipped a finer tipped brush into a dark brown, almost black, paint. This is the most important part, don't mess it up Relena. She reminded herself as she slowly moved the brush toward the canvas. She squinted and moved her face closer to her most recent painting. A shadowed figure stood under a full moon. He was cast in darkness except for a gleam of light that shined across the gold armband he wore on his left bicep. At his feet a large, dark orange, tiger stood, almost to his hip in height. It was cast in partial darkness, his black stripes fading into the shadows of her painting and one intelligent yellow eye glowing through the night. He was heavy set and big boned, very muscular and almost overbearing. But it wasn't either whom she was so intent upon. In the moon above them an image was reflected… an image of another tiger. This animal was smaller than the large brute by the man's side. His body was streamline and compact. She knew the path of every stripe by heart… a white tiger. The white tigers were rumored to be extinct, but Relena had seen one.
She had seen it nine years ago. She had been traveling with her father through the woods that led from Homana Majhara to Rheghed the capital of Ellas on her way to her cousin's birthday party. She remembered that day distinctly. She had been eleven at the time and riding silently next to her father who could be a little overbearing himself at times, like the orange tiger. She stared placidly out the window, bored. Then she had seen it flash through the trees. It had her attention immediately and her body became rigid and her heart leaped as she watched in weave between trees in an obviously playful fashion. The driver had seen it too and made a sudden noise and pulled sharply on the horses. The carriage stopped with a jerk.
Relena had burst out the door and run as fast as she could into the woods. She heard footsteps behind her, a large and noisy pursuit had begun. She ran almost blindly, searching for him. She entered a clearing. She heard a low growl and looked up to find him there. His white fur glowed in the early afternoon sun and his stripes were more brown than black. His eyes were a clear and deep blue… intelligent eyes. He made no move toward her, simply stared back. One of the guards burst through the brush behind her and grabbed her arm roughly. Her hair swiveled around her shoulders as she turned. She quickly turned back again, but the tiger was gone. When she had been returned to her carriage her father had scolder her and told her that there were no more white tigers, that is had been a figment of her imagination. The driver had said he stopped simply because he thought he had heard a Cheysuli call and was afraid they had wandered into their territory. Bur Relena knew he had seen it too. Besides the Cheysuli where a myth, they didn't exist.
So it was, as she slowly moved her brush over the canvas in a slow deliberate motion, that she thought of that day. There wasn't a day afterward that she hadn't dreamed about that tiger. The other's were there too, sometimes. The orange tiger was almost always there, but he was never alone, he was always either with the white tiger or the man. The man and the white tiger never met though. Only in her paintings…
A/N: I really hope you enjoyed the prologue, in chapter one we get to meet Heero. Please be considerate and review.