Chapter 4 is now posted, Yay! Well, actually I'm only typing it now. Oh well. It's my introduction so I can say what I want. *although that doesn't mean it's true.* I OWN GUNDAM WING! It took a few assassinations, and a couple banks to be robbed, but I have finally reached my ultimate goal! I OWN GUNDAM WING! Heh. RIGHT. Ok, so maybe I don't and don't sue me cause *sob* I don't have any money. I can't even type properly. Anyway, On with the fic.

Last time, Quatre and Duo had just met. Duo's an angel, and Quatre's "not your ordinary human*, but once again, that is irrelevant to this chapter. Important to the next one though......

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Chapter Four Death Of An Uncle

*~* On the Other Side Of The Eastern Mountains *~*

"Your highness?"

The question snapped Trowa out of his thoughts. "Yes?" he asked.

"Princess Catherine would like a word with you." A servant informed him.

"Of course." The tall prince replied. "Where can I find her?"

"I do believe she can be found in her chambers." The servant said as he left the room.

Trowa sighed and stood. He left his many scrolls on the table, and headed down the castle's damp passageways.

He arrived at Catherine's chambers in a few minutes, and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" came his sister's reply, slightly muffled as it strained to penetrate the heavy wooden door.

Trowa entered the room. "You asked to see me, princess?" He bowed for his sister, who was standing at the window, staring out at the stars.

"Our uncle has fallen ill." She said, turning to face the youngest of her two brothers.

Trowa's expression didn't change. His uncle was old, and without an heir.

"I think you should travel to see him before he dies, and offer to take his place as king." She paused. "you already know he lives on the other side of the eastern mountains." Catherine told him. "You could get out and see a few more sights before you become held back with kingly duties." She smiled.

Trowa nodded his head. "Yes. And you will take the throne here?" He asked.

"I can try." His sister said solemnly, "But you know how Dekim can be."

Trowa nodded his head again. "I will depart day after tomorrow, and tell Dekim that I'm just going to see the world. Therefore, he will not know of my reign until I have established a foothold."

Catherine smiled her pleasant smile. Her youngest brother was much easier to get along with. "You will make a great king." She told him.

Trowa nodded once more, bowed again, and left the room.

In two day's time, Trowa had left his home, with a promise to send news to Catherine. His entourage consisted of a few guards, all mounted on white horses. His own horse was a chocolate brown. He rode slightly ahead of the guards, his belongings in a small carriage.

He crossed the mountains and arrived at his uncle's castle in just under two weeks. He reached his uncle's bedside just as he was passing on.

"Trowa, I'm afraid I won't be here much longer. I want you to take over the kingdom for me, as I have no sons, and no wife. Everything I own, it now belongs to you....." These had been his uncle's very last words before he passed on. Trowa thought them over a few times that night until he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

When he awoke the next day, Trowa set to work, getting the kingdom back into order. The far side of the eastern mountains had been without a king for two weeks and many things needed to be straightened out. Trowa needed to find a mage, as his uncle's mage had left when he'd passed on, his services being finished. This worried Trowa, as the castle was now unprotected. He decided not to put out a notice, however, as that would alert any possible enemies that he was weak. News of their King's death had reached the people of his kingdom, the king's county, and there would be many fake mages that would show up at Trowa's door, searching for work, if he sent out a message, and he had other things to attend to.

About a week later, Trowa heard of some slave driving going on in the forest. He had decided he needed to get out of the castle, so he'd left to set things straight himself, thinking that maybe he'd find a suitable mage on his short voyage, although his hopes weren't high. He left that day with a small ensemble of guards, and they spread out through the forest of King's County, searching for the illegal slaves.

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Well, I must say, that has been the shortest chapter so far. Not even two pages long. Oh well, you know that they'll get longer. I'm still trying to figure out what the plot is going to be.

Now, a question. Dekim Barton. Is that a character, or am I just imagining him? Please let me know, and I'll fix it if that's the wrong name. I hope you'll also let me know what you think of this fic so far. I'll get Heero's entrance up soon. He's quite interesting, and I think that his roll suits his character well. Hehe, I guess you'll just have to keep reading to find out what he is, or isn't.

Aria