YAY!!! I have finally posted the very first chapter (ahem, prologue) of Fe
Desplazada! Confetti and party hats to all!
To tell everyone the truth, this was actually written a good four months after the rest of the story was finished, but I thought that I should write this to make the rest of the story understandable.
I read over everything a million or so times, and I thought that it would be best if I write something more to explain a few more things, that I hope will answer questions I found brought up by the rest of the story.
So, Duo is six and (I'm keeping it a surprise) the other character in here is about five. Keep in mind, that Duo is six years older than the other character. So, where Duo is six, the character is just about born, and when the other character comes in, Duo is around eleven, okay? And Wufei, though it says, is fifteen, and he's the same age as Duo.
Everything else will be explained with the rest of the story.
****Very important note: If ever you find something that is OOC that is not in quotes, that is me. My prose (anything not quotes or stats) is me speaking, reading their mind and telling you what's going on. So, please do not complain about OOC unless it is quotes. Then, if it is in quotes, please consider if it is reasonable considering that this is AU and the character has a different background, as some of a person comes from environment. If it is still OOC, tell me. THANKS!!!!!!
Shoutouts to those who reviewed my last chapter of Under the Bed:
Misaki: Thanks for the praise!! ^_^ I took your advice, and look where it got me!!! Another fic up right after!!!! This one is AU, though. Hope you enjoy it!!
Kasazona: Don't be ashamed. It's okay to miss a few!! ^_^ I'm in a good mood. Can you tell? I've got a million different projects to work on for school, and I'm not bothering to do any of them!! So, good luck with the challenge I sent you. Have fun with it!!! Oh, you're so lucky!! You have only two to bother you!!! (Pout) I've got four, but Kay counts as fifty, in a way. At least he's not biting my head off anymore for putting dye in his shampoo. . . Glad you liked my story!!! AND GUESS WHAT!!! I'm going to be back for a good long time!!! Total, this story should have fourteen chapters. This counts as one.
So, enjoy the prologue to Fe Desplazada, Beginning Records.
DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING
Enjoy.
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[A Dios le pido]
[Que si me muero sea de amor]
[Y si me enamoro sea de vos]
[Y que de tu voz sea este corazón]
[Todos las dias]
/I ask God\
/That if I die, let it be for love\
/And if I love, let it be you\
/And that your voice is in this heart\
/All the days\ ~By Juanes
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1081 Beginning Records, Governor's City in Perdition
Helen's door slammed open, and she looked up in fear. The messenger smiled, and she was eased. "He's here, Helen!" She leapt to her feet, excited, following him at a run. A short while ago, she had received news that a Potential was being sent to her to train. What was most exciting was that the Potential was the nephew of the Northern Desert Lord. He was of a bloodline so ancient it was believed that it could have been the most royal of any bloodline.
Helen slid to a stop outside the main hall doors, trying to slow her breathing and cool her flushed face. She reached for the door, and pushed.
The Great Hall of the Fortress of Perdition was revealed in all its splendor, but her eyes found more interest in a young woman and a little boy. Both were bronzed and both had long, dark hair. Yet while the mother had bright, dancing eyes of blue, her son had rich violet eyes.
"You must be 'Elen," the woman said quietly, her Trader accent the only way to tell by voice that she was a foreigner.
"Milady," Helen answered, and she squatted to look the boy in the eye. "This must be my new student." He stared back at her, his eyes holding slight comprehension. He must know some of the language. The little boy clung to his mother's hand, but he was not hiding behind her. He stared back at her, his eyes wide and ready to learn.
"Yes. This is Duo."
Helen reached out her hand in a Trader greeting, adding words of his native tongue. "Welcome Duo," she said in the Trader tongue. "I am Helen, your teacher."
Duo liked her. He returned the greeting, smiling a little bit. His mother had told him what coming here would mean, but he was willing for that to happen. But that was not why he liked her. She, unlike most adults, did not stand and talk to him. She came down to him to talk, and did not treat him as a child by speaking little words. There was one thing she could work on, though. He could tell the moment she opened her mouth.
"Your accent is terrible," he commented in his tongue, and his teacher began to laugh. That was another good thing. She did not take his comments as insults.
"So it is, Duo. Would it please you to help me with my accent?" Duo smiled, nodding vigorously. One more plus: she was willing to accept a child's help.
"Will you train him right away?" the Trader mother asked in the common tongue, and Helen rose to speak to her.
"No," Helen admitted. "There are more important things before we train for enchanter power, such as language, customs, and our clothing. Some herbals, too, if he needs it."
"We make a point to teach our children as much herbals as possible."
"I do not doubt so." The mother still looked nervous though, hiding behind a façade of strength. Helen smiled softly and touched her arm, knowing it meant so much more than a casual touch in the Trader culture. "To the best of my ability, I will protect your son and train him to the best of his ability." This eased the mother, and she kneeled down to gather her child to her chest in a hug.
"Moma's going to leave now, okay?" The mother kissed her little son on the cheek, and he hugged his small arms around her neck. "Be a good boy," she commanded, and she held him tight.
"Yes, Moma. I promise. Bye." The woman placed the boy down, and, without looking back, left the room. Slowly, Duo walked to Helen and wrapped his arms around her leg. "I miss Moma already."
Helen had no answer for that, so she simply took his hand as he extended it up for a comforting hold. "Would you like to begin learning my language or would you like to help me with my pronunciation?"
"Pronunciation," the child answered firmly. "Yours is really bad. First of all, the written 'h' is silent." The boy continued as he listed everything wrong with her spoken tongue, and she simply shook her head.
It would be hard for both child and mother, but both were strong. They could do it.
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1086 Beginning Records, King's City in Loquacity
Mute lay still, his arms behind his head as a frayed blanket covered his slight body. It was there again, simply watching him. 'You're back.'
It stirred in his mind. 'Who are you?'
'Who are you?' Mute countered, angry. 'You are intruding my mind.'
'Who are you?'
'I am imagining you.'
The answer was firm. 'No. Who are you?'
Mute looked around his sleeping space, dozens of little thieves crowding each other for warmth. He was different from all of them. 'Who am I? I doubt I know the answer.'
'What is your name?'
'Name? I have no name.'
'What are you called? That is your name.'
Mute almost sighed audibly. 'What I am called has no significance to me. I have no name; I am no one. At least, he told me so.'
'Who is he?'
'The leader of the thief gang.'
'What is his name?'
'He never tells.'
'You have no name?'
'No.'
'Where do you live?'
'On the streets.'
'What city?'
'Does it matter? It changes nothing of my situation.' Mute pushed as much bitterness as possible into his thoughts, but that did not chase it off.
'I could change it.'
'No. You could not.'
There was a pause from his vehement response, and he dared to hope it had left. 'What are you called?'
'Mute.'
'You cannot speak?'
'I can speak.'
'You speak without words.'
'No.'
'You speak without using your mouth.'
Hesitantly, he answered. 'True.'
'What city?'
'Why do you wish to know?'
'I want to take you off the streets.'
'You cannot take me to the dungeon! I will break out, as always!' Sure, that might have been a lie, but how could this thing know that?
'I will not put you in a dungeon.'
'You lie.'
'I wish to train you.'
Mute hesitated before answering. 'Train?'
'You are powerful. I want to help you.'
'You are tricking me!'
'I never trick. Get some sleep, No-name Mute. I will be back.'
Mute waited. He never was back.
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Leader shoved Mute, and his raw back slammed into the stone wall. "By the river and sand, Mute! You ruined it again! You are pathetic; a no-name peasant like you cannot do anything right!" Leader spat, before he moved close, shoving his face into Mute's small one. "Remember, Mute, since you have no talent, you are no one. And that goes for that lack of name, too!"
The thief gang filtered away, leaving Mute to cry silent tears. He had no name. He was alone. Everyone else had a name, even Leader, though his he kept hidden, like a treasure no one could see. But Mute had no name. He had no mother to name him, and no woman could understand his hand signs that asked for a name.
'Who are you?'
Mute sighed, tears fading. Months had passed since that voice had stopped speaking. He was no fool, though. Rumors were abroad of the massacre of the Enchanters by the king in southern Loquacity. It had been an enchanter that had been talking to him. He had taken his promises to the grave.
A baby wailed nearby, making Mute jump. A soft feminine voice sounded, and Mute felt envy fill his mind. He had never been cuddled as a baby. He had never been given that gift. Or if he had been, he no longer remembered it. All of the soft caresses of a mother were lost in the sea of hurtful slaps the thieves gave out to him.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry," the mother crooned softly, and Mute paused. Her voice was nice enough, but she wavered too much over the note to make her voice beautiful. "Moma's going to sing a lullaby. A sweet bird Moma's gonna buy, to sing to you when night is nigh."
Mute froze his analytical mind, listening as a voice, much like the Enchanter's had, rose in his mind. It too was feminine, singing softly. It was his mother. He simply knew that it was. There was no questioning of it. Two voices, one mental and one physical, sang a soft duet. "The bird will sing to you a verse, for your little heart to nurse."
A baby wail cut through his mind, the rest of the physical mother's song lost from his ears. "Oh, my little baby, hush little Quatre," his mother's voice sang, crooning softly as a soft caress of loving adoration calmed his baby wail.
Mute pulled the name from the memory and stored it deep in his mind. No one, not even Leader, would know his name, but he had it now. He had a name. His talent would come later, but he had a name.
'Who are you?' the ghostly voice of the enchanter whispered to his mind, calling from death. Mute closed his eyes and calmly answered him.
'I am Quatre.'
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1090 Beginning Records, Front Line in the first battle of Perdition Freedom
Wufei cried out, the sword point digging into his ankle sharply. He immediately attacked the warrior that had stabbed him, killing the warrior instantly. Sharp pain digging into his mind as well as body, he crawled out of the battle fray.
Fifteen might be just a few years too young to go to war. The boy rubbed some sweat from his brow as he pulled himself to a dead tree trunk within the reach of the battleground. Within this relative safety, he could examine his wound.
The sword had not bitten deep. Blood was already starting to congeal around the outside of the wound, and the blood was not flowing in a large amount. Wufei gripped his shirtsleeve, the issued uniform for all the warriors under the king of Loquacity, and ripped. The sleeve came off nicely; it was poorly made and of thin material. Wincing some because he moved, he wrapped the cloth around his leg, tightening it to the point it almost cut off his circulation.
With that done, he breathed easier. This way, he could let his blood return to his head. That would be nice. He leaned back against the trunk of the dead tree, for some reason interested in the curving, writhing branches of the tree as men died around him. The black lines were contrasted strangely around the gray sky, and Wufei felt his eyes protest at the way the sky flattened the view above him.
A scream jolted him from his mind, and he eased himself to look around the trunk. On the front for Perdition was a young man, unarmed, his robes flowing gently around him, as if Lady Wind were plucking at them. The soldiers around him seemed to gain strength, and in fear, the Loquacity warriors strained to get to that man.
Wufei squinted. The young man at the front was no more than his age! This was only a teen that was staring down the entire Loquacity army. A soldier came near him suddenly, and the teen snapped his fingers.
The soldier fell down dead.
The teen then started to glow; Wufei could see that much, and he knew instantly why this boy had no fear of the soldiers. The teen was an enchanter.
The long braid behind the teen swayed in the growing power, and suddenly, the power disappeared. Half of the Loquacity army fell instantly. Wufei felt fear race through his body; he might be the only survivor of this fight. Crawling away slowly, the Loquacity teen fought his pained body and lowered blood, intent on getting to the city of Loquacity king.
Someone would have to tell what happened to the finest force Loquacity had ever assembled. And, judging by the short time it had taken for the enchanter to warm up, he would be the only one to ever tell it.
Screams sounded behind him, and Wufei ran, hardly able to look where he went. More men had been destroyed, crushed, by the enchanter. Perdition had an enchanter; Loquacity had none.
Loquacity was doomed.
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In 1090 Beginning Records, the war of the Freedom of Perdition began. In 1091, Perdition was freed. . .
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So, there you go.
**SMALL NOTE: Moma is their term for Mama, and Papi is their term for Papa. Okay?
I thought I ought to explain the geography of these lands. These two lands, Perdition and Loquacity, are bordered to the south by the sea. Perdition is to the west, and bordered on the west by the Deserts, but that's not important. Loquacity is to the east, and Loquacity is the ruling country at this time. A river cuts between them, and the river is very special to the Desert Traders, of whose bloodline Duo is. To the east of Loquacity is more Deserts.
North of both countries are the Deserts, lorded by the Desert Traders.
Perdition and Loquacity are two sides of an empire at this time during the story. There is, at this time, a king that houses in Loquacity, and a governor of Perdition. At the time of this prologue, the king and the governor are nephew and uncle respectively. Six years later, the uncle breaks Perdition from Loquacity, and they are separate countries. The uncle promptly dies, and the two ruling leaders are cousins, but few know that.
Okay, to make things simpler. This prologue is in 1081, 1086, and 1090 respectively of their reckoning. Chapter one starts six years later, in 1096. The countries split in 1091. Does this make any sense? It's just background for the next chapter.
More info about characters people may not know, their real histories in the manga, etc.
Helen: Catholic nun that took in Duo along with Father Maxwell. She along with the Father were killed in an attack on the church. Duo got into trouble for her sake, trying to steal a "mobile suit", in fact taking a truck. (He's so cute at seven, eight)
Odin: Assassin who killed the real Heero Yuy, and he tutored Heero in all he knows, almost. Not much is known besides that. Killed by Dekim Barton, all in a revenge act for killing the real Yuy.
Middie Une: Girl that Trowa met during his time as a soldier with the mercenaries. She turned out to be a spy, and she had been tracking his movements, along with the mercenary movements. Trowa found out after all the mercenaries were dead, and got really mad. Middie, though she never said it aloud, loved Trowa. Trowa nearly killed her before simply leaving. She only knew him as No-name. Connection to Lady Une: unknown by even the writers.
Rasid: Just in case, taught Quatre to respect himself. Quatre thought low of himself because he thought he was a test tube baby, and only his father and oldest sister knew he wasn't, but he was never told. Rasid was born of a test tube, and taught Quatre to respect himself because of that. Leader of Maganacs.
Nataku (Meilan): Wufei's wife in the series. In all actuality, they never did marry; she did not accept him as husband before she died while saving his life. Meilan is her real name; Nataku is her nickname. Nataku is a mythological being made of human blood and something else, can't remember what. But Nataku is a hero of Chinese mythology, and Meilan was the strongest of her clan. (Shrug)
Milliardo: Explained later on, but that's Zechs' real name. YAY!! Job done.
Do I really need to do a teaser?
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The three traitorous men turned in horror to a dark corner, trying to hide the packets in their cloaks. A sharp snap of fingers and one man fell, clutching at his throat. A young man sauntered out of the dark, his long braid swinging. "Did you not know that treason is dangerous for your health?" he asked the dying man, chuckling lightly. "So, who wants to tell the king of what you were doing?"
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So, review for me!! OR ELSE THE SHARKS WILL GET YOU!!!!! (Shrug.) I need something good to get people to review, right?
~Kay Kylo
To tell everyone the truth, this was actually written a good four months after the rest of the story was finished, but I thought that I should write this to make the rest of the story understandable.
I read over everything a million or so times, and I thought that it would be best if I write something more to explain a few more things, that I hope will answer questions I found brought up by the rest of the story.
So, Duo is six and (I'm keeping it a surprise) the other character in here is about five. Keep in mind, that Duo is six years older than the other character. So, where Duo is six, the character is just about born, and when the other character comes in, Duo is around eleven, okay? And Wufei, though it says, is fifteen, and he's the same age as Duo.
Everything else will be explained with the rest of the story.
****Very important note: If ever you find something that is OOC that is not in quotes, that is me. My prose (anything not quotes or stats) is me speaking, reading their mind and telling you what's going on. So, please do not complain about OOC unless it is quotes. Then, if it is in quotes, please consider if it is reasonable considering that this is AU and the character has a different background, as some of a person comes from environment. If it is still OOC, tell me. THANKS!!!!!!
Shoutouts to those who reviewed my last chapter of Under the Bed:
Misaki: Thanks for the praise!! ^_^ I took your advice, and look where it got me!!! Another fic up right after!!!! This one is AU, though. Hope you enjoy it!!
Kasazona: Don't be ashamed. It's okay to miss a few!! ^_^ I'm in a good mood. Can you tell? I've got a million different projects to work on for school, and I'm not bothering to do any of them!! So, good luck with the challenge I sent you. Have fun with it!!! Oh, you're so lucky!! You have only two to bother you!!! (Pout) I've got four, but Kay counts as fifty, in a way. At least he's not biting my head off anymore for putting dye in his shampoo. . . Glad you liked my story!!! AND GUESS WHAT!!! I'm going to be back for a good long time!!! Total, this story should have fourteen chapters. This counts as one.
So, enjoy the prologue to Fe Desplazada, Beginning Records.
DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING
Enjoy.
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[A Dios le pido]
[Que si me muero sea de amor]
[Y si me enamoro sea de vos]
[Y que de tu voz sea este corazón]
[Todos las dias]
/I ask God\
/That if I die, let it be for love\
/And if I love, let it be you\
/And that your voice is in this heart\
/All the days\ ~By Juanes
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1081 Beginning Records, Governor's City in Perdition
Helen's door slammed open, and she looked up in fear. The messenger smiled, and she was eased. "He's here, Helen!" She leapt to her feet, excited, following him at a run. A short while ago, she had received news that a Potential was being sent to her to train. What was most exciting was that the Potential was the nephew of the Northern Desert Lord. He was of a bloodline so ancient it was believed that it could have been the most royal of any bloodline.
Helen slid to a stop outside the main hall doors, trying to slow her breathing and cool her flushed face. She reached for the door, and pushed.
The Great Hall of the Fortress of Perdition was revealed in all its splendor, but her eyes found more interest in a young woman and a little boy. Both were bronzed and both had long, dark hair. Yet while the mother had bright, dancing eyes of blue, her son had rich violet eyes.
"You must be 'Elen," the woman said quietly, her Trader accent the only way to tell by voice that she was a foreigner.
"Milady," Helen answered, and she squatted to look the boy in the eye. "This must be my new student." He stared back at her, his eyes holding slight comprehension. He must know some of the language. The little boy clung to his mother's hand, but he was not hiding behind her. He stared back at her, his eyes wide and ready to learn.
"Yes. This is Duo."
Helen reached out her hand in a Trader greeting, adding words of his native tongue. "Welcome Duo," she said in the Trader tongue. "I am Helen, your teacher."
Duo liked her. He returned the greeting, smiling a little bit. His mother had told him what coming here would mean, but he was willing for that to happen. But that was not why he liked her. She, unlike most adults, did not stand and talk to him. She came down to him to talk, and did not treat him as a child by speaking little words. There was one thing she could work on, though. He could tell the moment she opened her mouth.
"Your accent is terrible," he commented in his tongue, and his teacher began to laugh. That was another good thing. She did not take his comments as insults.
"So it is, Duo. Would it please you to help me with my accent?" Duo smiled, nodding vigorously. One more plus: she was willing to accept a child's help.
"Will you train him right away?" the Trader mother asked in the common tongue, and Helen rose to speak to her.
"No," Helen admitted. "There are more important things before we train for enchanter power, such as language, customs, and our clothing. Some herbals, too, if he needs it."
"We make a point to teach our children as much herbals as possible."
"I do not doubt so." The mother still looked nervous though, hiding behind a façade of strength. Helen smiled softly and touched her arm, knowing it meant so much more than a casual touch in the Trader culture. "To the best of my ability, I will protect your son and train him to the best of his ability." This eased the mother, and she kneeled down to gather her child to her chest in a hug.
"Moma's going to leave now, okay?" The mother kissed her little son on the cheek, and he hugged his small arms around her neck. "Be a good boy," she commanded, and she held him tight.
"Yes, Moma. I promise. Bye." The woman placed the boy down, and, without looking back, left the room. Slowly, Duo walked to Helen and wrapped his arms around her leg. "I miss Moma already."
Helen had no answer for that, so she simply took his hand as he extended it up for a comforting hold. "Would you like to begin learning my language or would you like to help me with my pronunciation?"
"Pronunciation," the child answered firmly. "Yours is really bad. First of all, the written 'h' is silent." The boy continued as he listed everything wrong with her spoken tongue, and she simply shook her head.
It would be hard for both child and mother, but both were strong. They could do it.
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1086 Beginning Records, King's City in Loquacity
Mute lay still, his arms behind his head as a frayed blanket covered his slight body. It was there again, simply watching him. 'You're back.'
It stirred in his mind. 'Who are you?'
'Who are you?' Mute countered, angry. 'You are intruding my mind.'
'Who are you?'
'I am imagining you.'
The answer was firm. 'No. Who are you?'
Mute looked around his sleeping space, dozens of little thieves crowding each other for warmth. He was different from all of them. 'Who am I? I doubt I know the answer.'
'What is your name?'
'Name? I have no name.'
'What are you called? That is your name.'
Mute almost sighed audibly. 'What I am called has no significance to me. I have no name; I am no one. At least, he told me so.'
'Who is he?'
'The leader of the thief gang.'
'What is his name?'
'He never tells.'
'You have no name?'
'No.'
'Where do you live?'
'On the streets.'
'What city?'
'Does it matter? It changes nothing of my situation.' Mute pushed as much bitterness as possible into his thoughts, but that did not chase it off.
'I could change it.'
'No. You could not.'
There was a pause from his vehement response, and he dared to hope it had left. 'What are you called?'
'Mute.'
'You cannot speak?'
'I can speak.'
'You speak without words.'
'No.'
'You speak without using your mouth.'
Hesitantly, he answered. 'True.'
'What city?'
'Why do you wish to know?'
'I want to take you off the streets.'
'You cannot take me to the dungeon! I will break out, as always!' Sure, that might have been a lie, but how could this thing know that?
'I will not put you in a dungeon.'
'You lie.'
'I wish to train you.'
Mute hesitated before answering. 'Train?'
'You are powerful. I want to help you.'
'You are tricking me!'
'I never trick. Get some sleep, No-name Mute. I will be back.'
Mute waited. He never was back.
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Leader shoved Mute, and his raw back slammed into the stone wall. "By the river and sand, Mute! You ruined it again! You are pathetic; a no-name peasant like you cannot do anything right!" Leader spat, before he moved close, shoving his face into Mute's small one. "Remember, Mute, since you have no talent, you are no one. And that goes for that lack of name, too!"
The thief gang filtered away, leaving Mute to cry silent tears. He had no name. He was alone. Everyone else had a name, even Leader, though his he kept hidden, like a treasure no one could see. But Mute had no name. He had no mother to name him, and no woman could understand his hand signs that asked for a name.
'Who are you?'
Mute sighed, tears fading. Months had passed since that voice had stopped speaking. He was no fool, though. Rumors were abroad of the massacre of the Enchanters by the king in southern Loquacity. It had been an enchanter that had been talking to him. He had taken his promises to the grave.
A baby wailed nearby, making Mute jump. A soft feminine voice sounded, and Mute felt envy fill his mind. He had never been cuddled as a baby. He had never been given that gift. Or if he had been, he no longer remembered it. All of the soft caresses of a mother were lost in the sea of hurtful slaps the thieves gave out to him.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry," the mother crooned softly, and Mute paused. Her voice was nice enough, but she wavered too much over the note to make her voice beautiful. "Moma's going to sing a lullaby. A sweet bird Moma's gonna buy, to sing to you when night is nigh."
Mute froze his analytical mind, listening as a voice, much like the Enchanter's had, rose in his mind. It too was feminine, singing softly. It was his mother. He simply knew that it was. There was no questioning of it. Two voices, one mental and one physical, sang a soft duet. "The bird will sing to you a verse, for your little heart to nurse."
A baby wail cut through his mind, the rest of the physical mother's song lost from his ears. "Oh, my little baby, hush little Quatre," his mother's voice sang, crooning softly as a soft caress of loving adoration calmed his baby wail.
Mute pulled the name from the memory and stored it deep in his mind. No one, not even Leader, would know his name, but he had it now. He had a name. His talent would come later, but he had a name.
'Who are you?' the ghostly voice of the enchanter whispered to his mind, calling from death. Mute closed his eyes and calmly answered him.
'I am Quatre.'
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1090 Beginning Records, Front Line in the first battle of Perdition Freedom
Wufei cried out, the sword point digging into his ankle sharply. He immediately attacked the warrior that had stabbed him, killing the warrior instantly. Sharp pain digging into his mind as well as body, he crawled out of the battle fray.
Fifteen might be just a few years too young to go to war. The boy rubbed some sweat from his brow as he pulled himself to a dead tree trunk within the reach of the battleground. Within this relative safety, he could examine his wound.
The sword had not bitten deep. Blood was already starting to congeal around the outside of the wound, and the blood was not flowing in a large amount. Wufei gripped his shirtsleeve, the issued uniform for all the warriors under the king of Loquacity, and ripped. The sleeve came off nicely; it was poorly made and of thin material. Wincing some because he moved, he wrapped the cloth around his leg, tightening it to the point it almost cut off his circulation.
With that done, he breathed easier. This way, he could let his blood return to his head. That would be nice. He leaned back against the trunk of the dead tree, for some reason interested in the curving, writhing branches of the tree as men died around him. The black lines were contrasted strangely around the gray sky, and Wufei felt his eyes protest at the way the sky flattened the view above him.
A scream jolted him from his mind, and he eased himself to look around the trunk. On the front for Perdition was a young man, unarmed, his robes flowing gently around him, as if Lady Wind were plucking at them. The soldiers around him seemed to gain strength, and in fear, the Loquacity warriors strained to get to that man.
Wufei squinted. The young man at the front was no more than his age! This was only a teen that was staring down the entire Loquacity army. A soldier came near him suddenly, and the teen snapped his fingers.
The soldier fell down dead.
The teen then started to glow; Wufei could see that much, and he knew instantly why this boy had no fear of the soldiers. The teen was an enchanter.
The long braid behind the teen swayed in the growing power, and suddenly, the power disappeared. Half of the Loquacity army fell instantly. Wufei felt fear race through his body; he might be the only survivor of this fight. Crawling away slowly, the Loquacity teen fought his pained body and lowered blood, intent on getting to the city of Loquacity king.
Someone would have to tell what happened to the finest force Loquacity had ever assembled. And, judging by the short time it had taken for the enchanter to warm up, he would be the only one to ever tell it.
Screams sounded behind him, and Wufei ran, hardly able to look where he went. More men had been destroyed, crushed, by the enchanter. Perdition had an enchanter; Loquacity had none.
Loquacity was doomed.
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In 1090 Beginning Records, the war of the Freedom of Perdition began. In 1091, Perdition was freed. . .
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So, there you go.
**SMALL NOTE: Moma is their term for Mama, and Papi is their term for Papa. Okay?
I thought I ought to explain the geography of these lands. These two lands, Perdition and Loquacity, are bordered to the south by the sea. Perdition is to the west, and bordered on the west by the Deserts, but that's not important. Loquacity is to the east, and Loquacity is the ruling country at this time. A river cuts between them, and the river is very special to the Desert Traders, of whose bloodline Duo is. To the east of Loquacity is more Deserts.
North of both countries are the Deserts, lorded by the Desert Traders.
Perdition and Loquacity are two sides of an empire at this time during the story. There is, at this time, a king that houses in Loquacity, and a governor of Perdition. At the time of this prologue, the king and the governor are nephew and uncle respectively. Six years later, the uncle breaks Perdition from Loquacity, and they are separate countries. The uncle promptly dies, and the two ruling leaders are cousins, but few know that.
Okay, to make things simpler. This prologue is in 1081, 1086, and 1090 respectively of their reckoning. Chapter one starts six years later, in 1096. The countries split in 1091. Does this make any sense? It's just background for the next chapter.
More info about characters people may not know, their real histories in the manga, etc.
Helen: Catholic nun that took in Duo along with Father Maxwell. She along with the Father were killed in an attack on the church. Duo got into trouble for her sake, trying to steal a "mobile suit", in fact taking a truck. (He's so cute at seven, eight)
Odin: Assassin who killed the real Heero Yuy, and he tutored Heero in all he knows, almost. Not much is known besides that. Killed by Dekim Barton, all in a revenge act for killing the real Yuy.
Middie Une: Girl that Trowa met during his time as a soldier with the mercenaries. She turned out to be a spy, and she had been tracking his movements, along with the mercenary movements. Trowa found out after all the mercenaries were dead, and got really mad. Middie, though she never said it aloud, loved Trowa. Trowa nearly killed her before simply leaving. She only knew him as No-name. Connection to Lady Une: unknown by even the writers.
Rasid: Just in case, taught Quatre to respect himself. Quatre thought low of himself because he thought he was a test tube baby, and only his father and oldest sister knew he wasn't, but he was never told. Rasid was born of a test tube, and taught Quatre to respect himself because of that. Leader of Maganacs.
Nataku (Meilan): Wufei's wife in the series. In all actuality, they never did marry; she did not accept him as husband before she died while saving his life. Meilan is her real name; Nataku is her nickname. Nataku is a mythological being made of human blood and something else, can't remember what. But Nataku is a hero of Chinese mythology, and Meilan was the strongest of her clan. (Shrug)
Milliardo: Explained later on, but that's Zechs' real name. YAY!! Job done.
Do I really need to do a teaser?
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The three traitorous men turned in horror to a dark corner, trying to hide the packets in their cloaks. A sharp snap of fingers and one man fell, clutching at his throat. A young man sauntered out of the dark, his long braid swinging. "Did you not know that treason is dangerous for your health?" he asked the dying man, chuckling lightly. "So, who wants to tell the king of what you were doing?"
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So, review for me!! OR ELSE THE SHARKS WILL GET YOU!!!!! (Shrug.) I need something good to get people to review, right?
~Kay Kylo