***I do not own any characters from Gundam Wing, nor do I own Velgarth
and Valdemar.***
~~~Enter: Chapter 03, the Silencer's Chapter. I love Trowa, he's adorable. Almost as adorable as Quatre. Oh, I forgot the warning in the first chapter. THERE WILL BE YAOI...SHOUNEN AI...I love the Trowa x Quatre pairing. I think it is the only male/male pairing that there is ample evidence for in the show…I mean come on…it's blatantly obvious. Plus they really do complement each other. So, if you object to that leave now. I haven't decided if I'm going to do a Heero x Duo paring, because I only like that pairing if it's done right. Obviously, if I'm writing I can do it my way, but I'm not sure if it'll work here…*shrug* If I do it, it'll surprise even me! Alright! Read and please review, I like those…Oh, and I apologize for lateness of this chapter, I'm a busy, bust girl!!! Ja ne!~~~
Arrows of Honor
Chapter 03: Trowa
The first rays of the sun light stretched over the horizon to caress the city of Haven. The sleeping city was mostly quiet and quite peaceful looking, very little movement inside the walls. Outside, however, traveling on the dusty road towards Haven was a band of performers. Carts and wagons pulled by horses and oxen made slow progress along the road. A few people walked along side them, steadying the beasts or the wooden carts they pulled or just walking off the uncomfortable nights sleep in the back of them. Most of the people might have seemed strange to the people of Valdemar, but then again, they night not have, since Valdemar was home to all sorts of people. But these performers had traveled through many different countries and kingdoms and always gathering the strange or exotic to join in their act. They had been to Valdemar before, but not for at least ten years, possibly more. A few of the performers may have even called Valdemar home in the past, but now their home was on the road, and there family was many.
A middle aged man led the caravan towards the city walls, but stopped quite a ways away from them. There were some tents and stalls outside this section of the wall, and soon there would be many more, and there would be people, selling and buying goods and services. The man, this master of the troop, led they long caravan toward a space in front of a large grouping of trees. It was a choice spot, enough room to set up tents for all the acts, but not to far away as to go unnoticed by the people of the city. The man ordered the caravan to stop and people began pouring out of the tent carrying boxes and bags filled with props, costumes, and tents. The final few wagons were not wagons at all but actually cages containing exotic animals unknown to the people of the country except in children's picture books. The performers began setting up there tents and stages, arranging benches and logs to be used as seats, and setting up the smaller tents where they would reside during their stay. They were also busy constructing smaller stages for puppet shows and even stands with games for children to win small trinkets and prizes. The cages were arranged in a semicircle facing the trees, so that it made it difficult for anyone to see what was in them or sneak a peak at them before the acts began.
It was close to noon when the acts were finally ready to begin. The few children that were with the group had been through the city, spreading word of their arrival to guarantee a packed opening performance. People were milling around, eating their lunches, or making themselves ready for the shows to begin. A young woman emerged from one of the smaller living tents and glanced frantically around, her auburn curls bouncing this way and that as her head moved. She stalked away from the tent still searching for something.
"Vaya!" she called to a slender young girl dressed in veils. She called her name again as she walked towards her. "Vaya, have you seen my brother? He was supposed to come to our tent to get lunch."
The young dancer laughed at her friend's frustrated expression. "Cathy, that is such a dumb question to ask. I'm sure that handsome brother of yours is right where he always is."
Cathy sighed. "I swear. He cares more about those animals then he does himself. I better go get him and make him eat before the show." She turned to go.
"Cathy!" She turned back toward Vaya again. "How does it feel to be home?" her friend asked with a wink and a laugh.
Cathy just laughed. "It can hardly be home if I haven't been her for twelve years. But it does feel good. I've got to go. Have a good show." She turned and walked toward the animal's cages, thinking about the last time she was in Valdemar her 'home.' It had been twelve years ago. She remembered it well. She had been seven and it was after her mother passed away. They were traveling through a forest towards this very same spot and this very same city, and they heard someone crying. She would never forget that day. It was the day she received a family again.
As she approached the cages, she heard the soft sounds of a flute, and turned the corner to find a young man leaning up against the bars of a cage. His brown hair fell unnaturally forward covering most of his face, but his eyes were closed anyway as he played. She saw a rounded snout stick itself through the bars of the cage and poke the young man in the back. He let the instrument fall from his lips, which covered slightly up into a tiny smile as he brushed the lion's nose away. He laughed a little as it poked him again when he went to finish his song.
"Trowa, what do you think you're doing here." Cathy walked over to the caged to stand over him and yelled at him with mock anger. She was never really mad at him, but she liked to pretend she could be.
Trowa looked up at her and smiled that small smile again. "I'm just keeping the lion company. And the other animals, too."
"Well you need to eat and get dressed." She held out her hand to help him up, but he stood gracefully without assistance.
"But…" he began.
"They'll be fine for one show. And then tomorrow we start the act with them, remember?" Cathy reached over and ruffled his already messy hair. He pulled away a little, embarrassed and feeling too old for the 'little brother' routine. Gods Cathy, I'm sixteen, he thought to himself. He couldn't say it out loud, he knew she'd be hurt by it.
"Cathy, you know they're not happy in there. I'm just trying to make them feel better. It makes me feel better, too."
"I know, I understand, but we have a show to do. Come on, you need to eat." She turned and began walked toward their tent. "You're too skinny as it is."
Good-bye, old friend. He thought at the lion as he followed behind his sister.
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Word of the performers' arrival had spread quickly throughout the city of Haven and the small area designated for the audience was already beyond capacity when the show began. Trowa, dressed as the fool, came out and did all sorts of acrobatics, somersaults, flips, jumps, and cartwheels around, through, and even over the over performers. After so many years of practice, it was almost effortless for Trowa to perform. He concentrated mostly on the other performers and rarely looked at the crowd though. He had to be careful he didn't mess up one of the other acts. Trowa sprang of the back of another acrobat and did a somersault to land in front of the audience. As he did, he noticed a flash of sunlight from the crowd. He continued his acted, but looked again and found the light had come sparkling of the platinum hair of a young man near the front of the crowd. He was watching Trowa intently, and Trowa found himself doing the same, when a pause in his act allowed.
What am I doing? he yelled at himself. Concentrate. He finished his acrobatic part of the act with a low bow as a few of the troop member brought out a large board, which had a few straps attached to it. He turned and walked to toward the board, allowing himself to be strapped to it. Trowa vaguely heard the usual murmuring from the crowd as he tried to keep his attention focused and eyes straight forward. He had the strange urge to search the crowd for that blond boy again, but he resisted the urge.
As the two assistants finished securing him to the wooden bored, Cathy mad her appearance. She was dressed in long veils of pink and purple, which accented her unusual lavender eyes and made her seem even more exotic. She danced seductively around the stage with much flourish, enticing the crowd. As she dance the crowd was completely enthralled and frozen, until she reached behind her and brought for four very real, very sharp knives in each hand. Trowa heard the gasps from the crowd and tried to resist looked toward them, but couldn't help himself. His eyes moved and he found the same blond young man still staring fixedly at him, eyes full of fear and excitement. Blue eyes…really blue eyes. Stop it! You need to concentrate. He tore his eyes away to focus his eyes straight ahead on his sister as she let her first knife fly.
The crowd gasped and shouted as the knife whizzed by to land with a loud 'thunk' right next to Trowa's ear. He didn't even blink as she let the rest loose the land in various places, embedded in the wooden board. When it was done and the last knife was free from her hand, the crowd clapped and cheered loudly as Trowa was released and he and Cathy took they're bows. He searched the crowd again for the blond boy, but he was no longer among the crowd.
Trowa walked of away from the crowd and back towards the cages again, picking up his flute on the way. It would be quite a while before he had to do another performance, so he went to relax in the way he always. Reaching the cages, he saw the lion stand and stick his nose through bars. Trowa laughed softly and reached to pet the lion. Hello again, old friend. Did you miss me? He scratched the lion behind its ears and the lion continued to playfully but his head against the bars. Seating himself in his usual spot in front of the cage, he raised his flute to his lips, closed his eyes, and played a simple melody trying to ease the sadness of confinement in the animals surrounding, and at the same time trying to ease some of his own sadness and frustrations.
Trowa's mind wandered as a played, thinking about the performance and the members of the troop, the people that considered him family. He thought about Cathy, his 'sister,' and the way she babied him and fussed over him. Maybe I don't want to be here anymore, he thought. It's been too long. I want to do something different, be something else. Trowa knew he couldn't leave though; it would hurt Cathy too much. He was her baby brother, if not in blood than in soul, and if he left she'd be lost. He was stuck here in this troop, acting the fool, and the target, the acrobat. His mind wandered again, as his fingers still played oblivious to his frustrations, calmly moving from note to note, and he thought about the young man he saw in the crowd earlier. It was strange. He had never had an experience like that. In all his years performing, he had never been able to pick one person out of the crowd like that, never been so drawn to one specific person. It was very strange…
"Trowa! Trowa!"
Trowa let the flute drop from his lips and opened his eyes to find Cathy standing beside him. He gazed up at her through his veil of hair. "What is it, Cathy?"
"I'm going to walk around the shops with Vaya. Would you like to come? We don't have to perform again for a little." She asked him with pleading eyes.
"No, I think I'll stay here. Maybe another time." He hated seeing the disappointment in her eyes. "Have fun though."
She sighed. "Alright. I'll see you later, Trowa." She turned and walked away.
He hated it when she did that, tried to guilt him into doing something, and she tried it often, but it had lost its effect. Trowa turned and looked at the other animals. There weren't that many, a monkey in one cage, a camel in another. He felt sorry for them and related to them, feeling caged in. He always knew his playing could ease their pain, just a little. He brought the flute his lips again…
"Master Quatre!"
Trowa nearly jumped up and dropped his flute as a loud booming voice bounded through the grounds.
"Master Quatre, what do you think you're doing here?" There it is again? What hell is that? Trowa looked around for the source of the voice.
"Rashid I can explain! I…" A melodic voice drifted softly toward Trowa's ears. Who…?
"No excuses, we're leaving now! If your father finds out, he's going to kill both of us!" Trowa stood and peered around one of the cages to find a very, very large and imposing man stand over a shorter, blond young man. It's that same boy, Trowa thought. What was he doing here? The two spoke a few more words, before the older man grabbed the younger man's arm and began to drag him away.
"Rashid, would you just give me a minute. I…and I can walk, you know! Rashid." The blond boy tried to protest, but was obviously overpowered.
"Fine," the man, Rashid, said dropping the boy's arm. "Let's go, Master Quatre" He started to walk away, still watching the boy.
"Alright." Trowa watched the young man start to walk away, but he glanced back toward the cages and Trowa found himself staring into those same blue, blue eyes again. The boy blushed and quickly turned away to follow Rashid.
What are you doing here, Quatre. Your name is Quatre, right? Because I think I like that name…
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Trowa half fell as he seated himself, leaning against the lion's cage. I need more sleep. He had just finished his first performance of the day and he was already exhausted. He hadn't slept much the night before, his thoughts had still been occupied with the events of their first day in Haven, and what little sleep he did get was filled with strange and disturbing dreams. He used have strange dreams as a child, but that had ended a long time ago. Why are they coming back, now? he thought. Trowa leaned his head back against the bars. His lion friend playfully bumped his head against Trowa's shoulder and head like always, but he was just too exhausted to respond, he was even to exhausted to play his flute. I just what to sleep…
"Trowa? Trowa are you alright?" He opened his eyes to find Cathy leaning over him, looking at him with some concern. "You look really tired, little brother. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, Cathy," he replied. I just didn't get much sleep last night."
"Trowa…" She reached her hand out. "Why don't you go back to the tent and sleep a little? We don't have to perform again for quite a while, and I'll get you up."
He accepted her hand and stood with ease. "Thanks, Cathy. I think I'll…" He paused and looked beyond Cathy. A flash of sunlight blinded him for a second, just like yesterday in the crowd. Quatre…? No. Then what…? The light faded a little as the object shifted, moving a step closer. "Cathy, what is that?"
She looked at him, slightly puzzled, and turned around. He heard her gasp and looked around to see if anything was wrong, but she had a soft smile on her face. "Oh Trowa! It's a Companion!" He looked back and found a white horse coming walking from behind one of the cages. He heard a soft chiming as it walked toward them, a very peaceful sound. "I can't believe it! I haven't seen once since I was a little girl! I wonder where its Chosen is…Oh Trowa, do you think a Herald came to see our show? That would be so wonderful!"
Trowa looked worriedly at his sister as she practically bounced with excitement. Gods, it's just a horse. A strange horse, but still a horse. He winced as he thought he saw the Companion look other at him, strange blue eyes glaring at him. "Companions?" he asked. "Those are the Herald's horses, right? Ouch! Cathy!" He rubbed his head where she had suddenly hit him.
"They are not horses!" She glared at him angrily.
: Yes, Chosen, we are far from mere horses… : Trowa heard an indignant voice in his head.
"What…the…?" He stuttered as the Companion was suddenly standing directly in front poking him with its long nose. Trowa stared at it in bewilderment, noticing its eyes, a sapphire blue. Like Quatre's. He looked into those sapphire eyes and felt the world drop from underneath him, falling forward.
: Greetings, Chosen Trowa. My name is Heaviarm, and I'll be your Companion. :
Trowa shook his head, confused at what exactly was going on. All he know was that this creature in front of him was definitely not a horse and Cathy was suddenly very, very happy. She was jumping up and down and hugging him so hard he thought she would suffocate him.
What the hell is going on? he thought as he heard soft laughter echoing through his mind.
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~~~End Chapter 03...well, what do you think? Any good? I hope it is. Alright, on to Quatre's chapter. I'm working on it, it might take me awhile, but please forgive me. I'm sorry I took so long on this one. But I get busy. Please review, I appreciate them. Thank you!~~~
~~~Enter: Chapter 03, the Silencer's Chapter. I love Trowa, he's adorable. Almost as adorable as Quatre. Oh, I forgot the warning in the first chapter. THERE WILL BE YAOI...SHOUNEN AI...I love the Trowa x Quatre pairing. I think it is the only male/male pairing that there is ample evidence for in the show…I mean come on…it's blatantly obvious. Plus they really do complement each other. So, if you object to that leave now. I haven't decided if I'm going to do a Heero x Duo paring, because I only like that pairing if it's done right. Obviously, if I'm writing I can do it my way, but I'm not sure if it'll work here…*shrug* If I do it, it'll surprise even me! Alright! Read and please review, I like those…Oh, and I apologize for lateness of this chapter, I'm a busy, bust girl!!! Ja ne!~~~
Arrows of Honor
Chapter 03: Trowa
The first rays of the sun light stretched over the horizon to caress the city of Haven. The sleeping city was mostly quiet and quite peaceful looking, very little movement inside the walls. Outside, however, traveling on the dusty road towards Haven was a band of performers. Carts and wagons pulled by horses and oxen made slow progress along the road. A few people walked along side them, steadying the beasts or the wooden carts they pulled or just walking off the uncomfortable nights sleep in the back of them. Most of the people might have seemed strange to the people of Valdemar, but then again, they night not have, since Valdemar was home to all sorts of people. But these performers had traveled through many different countries and kingdoms and always gathering the strange or exotic to join in their act. They had been to Valdemar before, but not for at least ten years, possibly more. A few of the performers may have even called Valdemar home in the past, but now their home was on the road, and there family was many.
A middle aged man led the caravan towards the city walls, but stopped quite a ways away from them. There were some tents and stalls outside this section of the wall, and soon there would be many more, and there would be people, selling and buying goods and services. The man, this master of the troop, led they long caravan toward a space in front of a large grouping of trees. It was a choice spot, enough room to set up tents for all the acts, but not to far away as to go unnoticed by the people of the city. The man ordered the caravan to stop and people began pouring out of the tent carrying boxes and bags filled with props, costumes, and tents. The final few wagons were not wagons at all but actually cages containing exotic animals unknown to the people of the country except in children's picture books. The performers began setting up there tents and stages, arranging benches and logs to be used as seats, and setting up the smaller tents where they would reside during their stay. They were also busy constructing smaller stages for puppet shows and even stands with games for children to win small trinkets and prizes. The cages were arranged in a semicircle facing the trees, so that it made it difficult for anyone to see what was in them or sneak a peak at them before the acts began.
It was close to noon when the acts were finally ready to begin. The few children that were with the group had been through the city, spreading word of their arrival to guarantee a packed opening performance. People were milling around, eating their lunches, or making themselves ready for the shows to begin. A young woman emerged from one of the smaller living tents and glanced frantically around, her auburn curls bouncing this way and that as her head moved. She stalked away from the tent still searching for something.
"Vaya!" she called to a slender young girl dressed in veils. She called her name again as she walked towards her. "Vaya, have you seen my brother? He was supposed to come to our tent to get lunch."
The young dancer laughed at her friend's frustrated expression. "Cathy, that is such a dumb question to ask. I'm sure that handsome brother of yours is right where he always is."
Cathy sighed. "I swear. He cares more about those animals then he does himself. I better go get him and make him eat before the show." She turned to go.
"Cathy!" She turned back toward Vaya again. "How does it feel to be home?" her friend asked with a wink and a laugh.
Cathy just laughed. "It can hardly be home if I haven't been her for twelve years. But it does feel good. I've got to go. Have a good show." She turned and walked toward the animal's cages, thinking about the last time she was in Valdemar her 'home.' It had been twelve years ago. She remembered it well. She had been seven and it was after her mother passed away. They were traveling through a forest towards this very same spot and this very same city, and they heard someone crying. She would never forget that day. It was the day she received a family again.
As she approached the cages, she heard the soft sounds of a flute, and turned the corner to find a young man leaning up against the bars of a cage. His brown hair fell unnaturally forward covering most of his face, but his eyes were closed anyway as he played. She saw a rounded snout stick itself through the bars of the cage and poke the young man in the back. He let the instrument fall from his lips, which covered slightly up into a tiny smile as he brushed the lion's nose away. He laughed a little as it poked him again when he went to finish his song.
"Trowa, what do you think you're doing here." Cathy walked over to the caged to stand over him and yelled at him with mock anger. She was never really mad at him, but she liked to pretend she could be.
Trowa looked up at her and smiled that small smile again. "I'm just keeping the lion company. And the other animals, too."
"Well you need to eat and get dressed." She held out her hand to help him up, but he stood gracefully without assistance.
"But…" he began.
"They'll be fine for one show. And then tomorrow we start the act with them, remember?" Cathy reached over and ruffled his already messy hair. He pulled away a little, embarrassed and feeling too old for the 'little brother' routine. Gods Cathy, I'm sixteen, he thought to himself. He couldn't say it out loud, he knew she'd be hurt by it.
"Cathy, you know they're not happy in there. I'm just trying to make them feel better. It makes me feel better, too."
"I know, I understand, but we have a show to do. Come on, you need to eat." She turned and began walked toward their tent. "You're too skinny as it is."
Good-bye, old friend. He thought at the lion as he followed behind his sister.
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Word of the performers' arrival had spread quickly throughout the city of Haven and the small area designated for the audience was already beyond capacity when the show began. Trowa, dressed as the fool, came out and did all sorts of acrobatics, somersaults, flips, jumps, and cartwheels around, through, and even over the over performers. After so many years of practice, it was almost effortless for Trowa to perform. He concentrated mostly on the other performers and rarely looked at the crowd though. He had to be careful he didn't mess up one of the other acts. Trowa sprang of the back of another acrobat and did a somersault to land in front of the audience. As he did, he noticed a flash of sunlight from the crowd. He continued his acted, but looked again and found the light had come sparkling of the platinum hair of a young man near the front of the crowd. He was watching Trowa intently, and Trowa found himself doing the same, when a pause in his act allowed.
What am I doing? he yelled at himself. Concentrate. He finished his acrobatic part of the act with a low bow as a few of the troop member brought out a large board, which had a few straps attached to it. He turned and walked to toward the board, allowing himself to be strapped to it. Trowa vaguely heard the usual murmuring from the crowd as he tried to keep his attention focused and eyes straight forward. He had the strange urge to search the crowd for that blond boy again, but he resisted the urge.
As the two assistants finished securing him to the wooden bored, Cathy mad her appearance. She was dressed in long veils of pink and purple, which accented her unusual lavender eyes and made her seem even more exotic. She danced seductively around the stage with much flourish, enticing the crowd. As she dance the crowd was completely enthralled and frozen, until she reached behind her and brought for four very real, very sharp knives in each hand. Trowa heard the gasps from the crowd and tried to resist looked toward them, but couldn't help himself. His eyes moved and he found the same blond young man still staring fixedly at him, eyes full of fear and excitement. Blue eyes…really blue eyes. Stop it! You need to concentrate. He tore his eyes away to focus his eyes straight ahead on his sister as she let her first knife fly.
The crowd gasped and shouted as the knife whizzed by to land with a loud 'thunk' right next to Trowa's ear. He didn't even blink as she let the rest loose the land in various places, embedded in the wooden board. When it was done and the last knife was free from her hand, the crowd clapped and cheered loudly as Trowa was released and he and Cathy took they're bows. He searched the crowd again for the blond boy, but he was no longer among the crowd.
Trowa walked of away from the crowd and back towards the cages again, picking up his flute on the way. It would be quite a while before he had to do another performance, so he went to relax in the way he always. Reaching the cages, he saw the lion stand and stick his nose through bars. Trowa laughed softly and reached to pet the lion. Hello again, old friend. Did you miss me? He scratched the lion behind its ears and the lion continued to playfully but his head against the bars. Seating himself in his usual spot in front of the cage, he raised his flute to his lips, closed his eyes, and played a simple melody trying to ease the sadness of confinement in the animals surrounding, and at the same time trying to ease some of his own sadness and frustrations.
Trowa's mind wandered as a played, thinking about the performance and the members of the troop, the people that considered him family. He thought about Cathy, his 'sister,' and the way she babied him and fussed over him. Maybe I don't want to be here anymore, he thought. It's been too long. I want to do something different, be something else. Trowa knew he couldn't leave though; it would hurt Cathy too much. He was her baby brother, if not in blood than in soul, and if he left she'd be lost. He was stuck here in this troop, acting the fool, and the target, the acrobat. His mind wandered again, as his fingers still played oblivious to his frustrations, calmly moving from note to note, and he thought about the young man he saw in the crowd earlier. It was strange. He had never had an experience like that. In all his years performing, he had never been able to pick one person out of the crowd like that, never been so drawn to one specific person. It was very strange…
"Trowa! Trowa!"
Trowa let the flute drop from his lips and opened his eyes to find Cathy standing beside him. He gazed up at her through his veil of hair. "What is it, Cathy?"
"I'm going to walk around the shops with Vaya. Would you like to come? We don't have to perform again for a little." She asked him with pleading eyes.
"No, I think I'll stay here. Maybe another time." He hated seeing the disappointment in her eyes. "Have fun though."
She sighed. "Alright. I'll see you later, Trowa." She turned and walked away.
He hated it when she did that, tried to guilt him into doing something, and she tried it often, but it had lost its effect. Trowa turned and looked at the other animals. There weren't that many, a monkey in one cage, a camel in another. He felt sorry for them and related to them, feeling caged in. He always knew his playing could ease their pain, just a little. He brought the flute his lips again…
"Master Quatre!"
Trowa nearly jumped up and dropped his flute as a loud booming voice bounded through the grounds.
"Master Quatre, what do you think you're doing here?" There it is again? What hell is that? Trowa looked around for the source of the voice.
"Rashid I can explain! I…" A melodic voice drifted softly toward Trowa's ears. Who…?
"No excuses, we're leaving now! If your father finds out, he's going to kill both of us!" Trowa stood and peered around one of the cages to find a very, very large and imposing man stand over a shorter, blond young man. It's that same boy, Trowa thought. What was he doing here? The two spoke a few more words, before the older man grabbed the younger man's arm and began to drag him away.
"Rashid, would you just give me a minute. I…and I can walk, you know! Rashid." The blond boy tried to protest, but was obviously overpowered.
"Fine," the man, Rashid, said dropping the boy's arm. "Let's go, Master Quatre" He started to walk away, still watching the boy.
"Alright." Trowa watched the young man start to walk away, but he glanced back toward the cages and Trowa found himself staring into those same blue, blue eyes again. The boy blushed and quickly turned away to follow Rashid.
What are you doing here, Quatre. Your name is Quatre, right? Because I think I like that name…
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Trowa half fell as he seated himself, leaning against the lion's cage. I need more sleep. He had just finished his first performance of the day and he was already exhausted. He hadn't slept much the night before, his thoughts had still been occupied with the events of their first day in Haven, and what little sleep he did get was filled with strange and disturbing dreams. He used have strange dreams as a child, but that had ended a long time ago. Why are they coming back, now? he thought. Trowa leaned his head back against the bars. His lion friend playfully bumped his head against Trowa's shoulder and head like always, but he was just too exhausted to respond, he was even to exhausted to play his flute. I just what to sleep…
"Trowa? Trowa are you alright?" He opened his eyes to find Cathy leaning over him, looking at him with some concern. "You look really tired, little brother. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, Cathy," he replied. I just didn't get much sleep last night."
"Trowa…" She reached her hand out. "Why don't you go back to the tent and sleep a little? We don't have to perform again for quite a while, and I'll get you up."
He accepted her hand and stood with ease. "Thanks, Cathy. I think I'll…" He paused and looked beyond Cathy. A flash of sunlight blinded him for a second, just like yesterday in the crowd. Quatre…? No. Then what…? The light faded a little as the object shifted, moving a step closer. "Cathy, what is that?"
She looked at him, slightly puzzled, and turned around. He heard her gasp and looked around to see if anything was wrong, but she had a soft smile on her face. "Oh Trowa! It's a Companion!" He looked back and found a white horse coming walking from behind one of the cages. He heard a soft chiming as it walked toward them, a very peaceful sound. "I can't believe it! I haven't seen once since I was a little girl! I wonder where its Chosen is…Oh Trowa, do you think a Herald came to see our show? That would be so wonderful!"
Trowa looked worriedly at his sister as she practically bounced with excitement. Gods, it's just a horse. A strange horse, but still a horse. He winced as he thought he saw the Companion look other at him, strange blue eyes glaring at him. "Companions?" he asked. "Those are the Herald's horses, right? Ouch! Cathy!" He rubbed his head where she had suddenly hit him.
"They are not horses!" She glared at him angrily.
: Yes, Chosen, we are far from mere horses… : Trowa heard an indignant voice in his head.
"What…the…?" He stuttered as the Companion was suddenly standing directly in front poking him with its long nose. Trowa stared at it in bewilderment, noticing its eyes, a sapphire blue. Like Quatre's. He looked into those sapphire eyes and felt the world drop from underneath him, falling forward.
: Greetings, Chosen Trowa. My name is Heaviarm, and I'll be your Companion. :
Trowa shook his head, confused at what exactly was going on. All he know was that this creature in front of him was definitely not a horse and Cathy was suddenly very, very happy. She was jumping up and down and hugging him so hard he thought she would suffocate him.
What the hell is going on? he thought as he heard soft laughter echoing through his mind.
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~~~End Chapter 03...well, what do you think? Any good? I hope it is. Alright, on to Quatre's chapter. I'm working on it, it might take me awhile, but please forgive me. I'm sorry I took so long on this one. But I get busy. Please review, I appreciate them. Thank you!~~~