Here goes CHAPTER ONE: PLOT DISCOVERED.
Lots of long notes at the very front, but they're important!
Do not own Gundam Wing, which the characters are from. Honestly, I MIGHT be good, but not THAT good.
*** VERY IMPORTANT *** Notes: (There's a lot of them, but this is the only place you'll see them.)
* Slightly OOC. I've tried my best to put them in their truest forms, but remember, their history is different, as is their relation to other characters.
* Quatre-centric. I love the poor guy. ^_^; He's just so darn adorable. Poor kid thinks he's a test tube babe and therefore is no good. But if he were to know the truth, it would be even worse. Poor kid. (Hugs Quatre doll) He's kawaii too! Whatever to Heero and Trowa and Duo! Quatre's my guy! (Blush) I did try to get away from him at times, okay?
* Non-yaoi. Deal with it. I don't care if you leave now. It's just this is my best ever, and I'm not going to change it all for your little wishes. It's my best, so take it or leave it. (Oooh kay, little sharp there. . .) ***Okay, let me explain. If you wish to imply yaoi, have fun, but I did not purposely write anything in this to suggest it.
* This is supposed to be written like a story, but taken from history books. So, several times, I might mention "well-known" to an incident or "as in the history books" about some event. That means simply that in my imaginary world, the history goes like that. It's a romanticized history, in other words. And romanticized does not refer to love. Check a world history book for more information about that stuff.
* I've used my one and only manga in this: Episode Zero. So I've tried to use every darn spankin' character in there and any one else. Okay, I've missed, according to my count, only Noin, but there's no where else to put her, so she's just not in it. (**)There are only two characters not in the series, and they are Lord Une and Moriko. They don't play a large part, so don't worry about it at all. Be warned, some characters don't show up until much later and don't say anything. But they're there.
** I found a place to put Noin! Be warned, she's out of character and says, I believe, two lines, but she's there! **
*** Other people I forgot: Some Barton family and stuff people. Dekim and such are not there. Not important enough.
Kay says that's enough blabber, so here goes nothing!
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[Ni me gusta ni me disgusta]
[Me es indiferente, me da igual]
[Intenta convencerme, inclina la balanza]
[Y haremos algo personal]
/Neither pleases me nor displeases me\
/I'm indifferent, it's all the same to me\
/Try to convince me, incline the balance\
/And we'll make it something personal\ ~Ella Baila Sola (She Dances Alone) __________________________________________________________________
1096 Beginning Records, King's City in Loquacity
Wufei Chang was not a pleasant man in the mornings. But that did not mean that he could sleep while his king was getting ready for the day, meaning he was unable to protect himself.
Allowing himself to yawn, Wufei shuffled down the hall before he glanced out the window. The dawn was starting, warming the earth with a soft glow before the heavy, desert sun would burn the earth and all that worked it. The only source of water in this dry area was the river, which supplied the barren earth with the moisture needed to grow food.
How the ancient ones managed to build on the soggy ground was still a mystery, but the ancestors of this land somehow made the castle, defended it, built up a city, and supplied it with protection as the people learned to farm it. Mathematicians soon became important as they divided up the land, built aqueducts, and generally made life easy. Farmers grew grains, fruits, and other foods as shipwrights and sailors learned the river's waters, and soon soldiers were sent to conquer lands up river, until meats, exotic spices, animals, slaves, and other luxuries were pouring into the city. An empire was established, and then, it was this era. This era, when another rival empire started and opened up trade with theirs, but at a price.
Names were placed to the countries. Loquacity was this empire. Perdition was the rival empire. Perdition was led by a king named Darlian. Wufei did not know much of him. Only that he was the enemy, and that his king had been first.
He stopped at his king's door and waited as the rich king busied himself with how he would appear to his people today. This was the day he would come out, as he did once every year, to remind his people that he was king, and that he was rich, and that he had the power to kill them all in a blink.
Or, he would if he could find an enchanter. As it was, His Kingship could not find an empowered person in all of his country. Maybe that was another reason why he went out. To search out an enchanter. There were rumors of enchanted people among the common rabble. Maybe a farmer would be desperate enough to sell his son away.
Wufei jumped and bowed on instinct as he heard the door open. His king stepped out, his hair flawless, his clothing rich and yet perfect for war if necessary. Wufei kept his head down as his king walked away without a word and then Wufei moved after him.
"Today is the day, Chang."
Wufei nodded. "It is. Will you bring the Princess?"
The king thought for a moment. "Yes. She needs to see her people."
"And they need to see her."
"It would blind them."
"As would you."
The king smirked and turned to look at Wufei. "I am pleased with you, Chang. You will be a fine guard for when my daughter becomes ruler." Wufei bowed again.
"I am pleased to serve you, My King Treize."
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1096 Beginning Records, King's City in Perdition
"So, we kill him with some poison?"
"Yes. Then the throne will be open for his son to step up. And you know how his son is."
"Of course. Milliardo is . . . pleasant with Loquacity. The marriage will be perfect."
"Is not Milliardo too old for the girl?"
"Never is there a point too young. Especially for uniting two kingdoms."
The three men nodded their agreement and dug into their cloaks. "I have the powder," one man whispered, handing it to the middle man. "One packet in his goblet will kill him by nightfall."
"Is this treason?" one younger man asked worriedly.
"Of course, but we will be richly rewarded. His Kingship Treize will reward us for putting Milliardo on the throne."
"But his sister will be suspicious."
"Of course. But she cannot prove it. No one will ever be able to prove it."
"I doubt that."
The three 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?"
The young man jumped forward and fell on his knees before the enchanter. "Please, spare me!"
The remaining man snarled and spat at the floor. "Never will I admit to this! You have killed my man, and now accuse me of treason?" The enchanter frowned and stepped forward, his finger outstretched accusingly.
"I can make you prove you yourself constructed this."
"I did no such thing. Lies. Lies are all you have."
The enchanter snarled and his finger touched the man's forehead. "Then you have nothing to fear from a little truth spell, do you?" The man stepped back and the enchanter snapped his fingers. The sound seemed to throw itself into his forehead and dig deep, indenting his skull.
His eyes rolled into his head and he fell over.
The young man was frozen in fear. "Please, don't kill me!"
"I cannot yet. The king himself may. Maybe the son you so desperately wanted on the throne. But you, you will have a truth spell," the enchanter said, pushing his finger into the young man's forehead, just above his eyes and over his nose.
The young man gasped and then started babbling incomprehensibly.
He continued like that as the enchanter dragged the man up the basement stairs, out the house, across the open field before the castle, over the moat, into the castle, into the Great Hall, and thrown before the king.
The king sat, surprised, his soft face holding some anger. "Duo. Why do you bring this man before me?"
Duo only glared at the man, whose words suddenly became understandable. "I am sorry, My King!" the man screeched. "I have failed you! They, they forced me into it! They told me to get the poisons, I swear it! They wanted Milliardo on the throne, to be your successor, because he is friendly to Loquacity. They told me I would be rewarded by King Treize. They told me I would never be found. Never would anyone find out. It was hare's foot, and chokedust they asked for. To mix together to give a realistic death of choking. They wanted to kill you, and I . . . agreed . . . to help!" The man stopped, shuddering. The last words seemed to be forced out of him, and now he lay still, gasping and sobbing. The king straightened his back and looked at his son. Milliardo, his blond hair hanging loose about his shoulders, stared at the man in total shock, his blue eyes wide in disbelief.
Darlian then turned to his daughter and was not surprised to find a look of disgust on her face. "What would you suggest I do, Duo, Milliardo, Relena?"
Duo's and Milliardo's suggestions Darlian guessed from their eyes. Death. Punishment for treason of the highest forms. "Let him be imprisoned. Why should he die? He looks half-dead as it is. And if it gets out that our king kills those who commit treason, how would it look for his wish for peace?"
Darlian looked at his daughter and then to the return arguments of the two young men he trusted. Unlike many kings before his time, he encouraged discussion of many things, including his own choices.
His was probably the closest to a council as any country in the surrounding areas.
"And if it gets out that the king of Perdition is easy upon those who commit treason, it would encourage it!" Duo argued. "We would have attempts upon the king every day!"
"But how would it look if it is said that the king of Perdition kills all those who oppose him? How would business with treaties work? Most would be too scared to think of their own countries!"
Duo ground his teeth. "Fine. As the princess wishes."
Darlian nodded and moved his hand down to touch the head of his bodyguard. The man stiffened and waited. "Take him to the dungeons. Make sure he is fed and clothed. Then return to me."
The man stood up, his entire body easily towering over everyone in the Great Hall. Silently, he walked down the steps and took the man by the back of his collar. Silently, he took the man out of the chamber and left him in some dreary cell. Silently, he returned to his post and sat at his king's feet. And his king only touched his head to show his gratitude and returned to his duties.
He was content.
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Sorry it's short, but I need to set up the setting before I can get into a plot line. So, just wait a moment and the next part will come up soon.
A NOTE: If you were to go and look up in an English dictionary the words Loquacity and Perdition, you would find definitions for them. They have meanings!!! (I do my homework before I write a story! ^_^!) The definitions tell you a bit about what I think of these countries (I obviously do not think too highly. . .).
And because I had so many notes in front, I thought I'd put my shout outs down here. Don't expect them here.
Kat R. Fair: Glad you liked it so much!! ^_^ I put the Quatre part in there mainly for a part in chapter 2. He's gotta know his own name for a reason. So, he's five there. CHIBI QUATRE!!! ^_^ I think of all the pilots, Quatre is my favorite. Natural strategist, low self-esteem personality complex (cannot remember technical terms), and cute to boot!! (Okay, that's just my opinion. . .)
Sarcastic Pessimist: Okay, to explain. Yes, he really is mute, he cannot talk with his mouth, but he's learn to communicate with hand-signals, but he won't stay mute. The next time you see him, he'll be cured of his muteness. I sorta need him to talk through this whole thing. But how he's cured does affect the story. (Hee hee. . . ) Y, por su puesto, I'll continue! I love this story too much. . .
. : Completely anonymous. Like it. And, yes, I'll keep writing. Um, maybe a little bit of what you liked next time? And possibly something to call you by besides "period"? What you didn't understand, what was completely wrong, what is not done right, anything!!! (Relax, Kay. . .)
You know something's different when your mother wears your clothes. Or cloak in this matter. Mom took my cloak to pick up my sister!!! It's just odd, for me. But it's good, because it keeps out the rain!! CAN YOU TELL I'M ON A HYPE??? SUGAR IS GOOD!!!
Teaser:
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There was no doubting those eyes and that face. His king stepped into the room and gasped in shock. "By the river, it is him!" The heir to wealth in another land stared at them with wide, blue eyes. To Wufei's surprise, his king lowered himself to his knees, one hand outstretched appealingly. "Come here, Quatre."
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Thanks for reading! REVIEW PLEASE!
~ Kay Kylo
Lots of long notes at the very front, but they're important!
Do not own Gundam Wing, which the characters are from. Honestly, I MIGHT be good, but not THAT good.
*** VERY IMPORTANT *** Notes: (There's a lot of them, but this is the only place you'll see them.)
* Slightly OOC. I've tried my best to put them in their truest forms, but remember, their history is different, as is their relation to other characters.
* Quatre-centric. I love the poor guy. ^_^; He's just so darn adorable. Poor kid thinks he's a test tube babe and therefore is no good. But if he were to know the truth, it would be even worse. Poor kid. (Hugs Quatre doll) He's kawaii too! Whatever to Heero and Trowa and Duo! Quatre's my guy! (Blush) I did try to get away from him at times, okay?
* Non-yaoi. Deal with it. I don't care if you leave now. It's just this is my best ever, and I'm not going to change it all for your little wishes. It's my best, so take it or leave it. (Oooh kay, little sharp there. . .) ***Okay, let me explain. If you wish to imply yaoi, have fun, but I did not purposely write anything in this to suggest it.
* This is supposed to be written like a story, but taken from history books. So, several times, I might mention "well-known" to an incident or "as in the history books" about some event. That means simply that in my imaginary world, the history goes like that. It's a romanticized history, in other words. And romanticized does not refer to love. Check a world history book for more information about that stuff.
* I've used my one and only manga in this: Episode Zero. So I've tried to use every darn spankin' character in there and any one else. Okay, I've missed, according to my count, only Noin, but there's no where else to put her, so she's just not in it. (**)There are only two characters not in the series, and they are Lord Une and Moriko. They don't play a large part, so don't worry about it at all. Be warned, some characters don't show up until much later and don't say anything. But they're there.
** I found a place to put Noin! Be warned, she's out of character and says, I believe, two lines, but she's there! **
*** Other people I forgot: Some Barton family and stuff people. Dekim and such are not there. Not important enough.
Kay says that's enough blabber, so here goes nothing!
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[Ni me gusta ni me disgusta]
[Me es indiferente, me da igual]
[Intenta convencerme, inclina la balanza]
[Y haremos algo personal]
/Neither pleases me nor displeases me\
/I'm indifferent, it's all the same to me\
/Try to convince me, incline the balance\
/And we'll make it something personal\ ~Ella Baila Sola (She Dances Alone) __________________________________________________________________
1096 Beginning Records, King's City in Loquacity
Wufei Chang was not a pleasant man in the mornings. But that did not mean that he could sleep while his king was getting ready for the day, meaning he was unable to protect himself.
Allowing himself to yawn, Wufei shuffled down the hall before he glanced out the window. The dawn was starting, warming the earth with a soft glow before the heavy, desert sun would burn the earth and all that worked it. The only source of water in this dry area was the river, which supplied the barren earth with the moisture needed to grow food.
How the ancient ones managed to build on the soggy ground was still a mystery, but the ancestors of this land somehow made the castle, defended it, built up a city, and supplied it with protection as the people learned to farm it. Mathematicians soon became important as they divided up the land, built aqueducts, and generally made life easy. Farmers grew grains, fruits, and other foods as shipwrights and sailors learned the river's waters, and soon soldiers were sent to conquer lands up river, until meats, exotic spices, animals, slaves, and other luxuries were pouring into the city. An empire was established, and then, it was this era. This era, when another rival empire started and opened up trade with theirs, but at a price.
Names were placed to the countries. Loquacity was this empire. Perdition was the rival empire. Perdition was led by a king named Darlian. Wufei did not know much of him. Only that he was the enemy, and that his king had been first.
He stopped at his king's door and waited as the rich king busied himself with how he would appear to his people today. This was the day he would come out, as he did once every year, to remind his people that he was king, and that he was rich, and that he had the power to kill them all in a blink.
Or, he would if he could find an enchanter. As it was, His Kingship could not find an empowered person in all of his country. Maybe that was another reason why he went out. To search out an enchanter. There were rumors of enchanted people among the common rabble. Maybe a farmer would be desperate enough to sell his son away.
Wufei jumped and bowed on instinct as he heard the door open. His king stepped out, his hair flawless, his clothing rich and yet perfect for war if necessary. Wufei kept his head down as his king walked away without a word and then Wufei moved after him.
"Today is the day, Chang."
Wufei nodded. "It is. Will you bring the Princess?"
The king thought for a moment. "Yes. She needs to see her people."
"And they need to see her."
"It would blind them."
"As would you."
The king smirked and turned to look at Wufei. "I am pleased with you, Chang. You will be a fine guard for when my daughter becomes ruler." Wufei bowed again.
"I am pleased to serve you, My King Treize."
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1096 Beginning Records, King's City in Perdition
"So, we kill him with some poison?"
"Yes. Then the throne will be open for his son to step up. And you know how his son is."
"Of course. Milliardo is . . . pleasant with Loquacity. The marriage will be perfect."
"Is not Milliardo too old for the girl?"
"Never is there a point too young. Especially for uniting two kingdoms."
The three men nodded their agreement and dug into their cloaks. "I have the powder," one man whispered, handing it to the middle man. "One packet in his goblet will kill him by nightfall."
"Is this treason?" one younger man asked worriedly.
"Of course, but we will be richly rewarded. His Kingship Treize will reward us for putting Milliardo on the throne."
"But his sister will be suspicious."
"Of course. But she cannot prove it. No one will ever be able to prove it."
"I doubt that."
The three 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?"
The young man jumped forward and fell on his knees before the enchanter. "Please, spare me!"
The remaining man snarled and spat at the floor. "Never will I admit to this! You have killed my man, and now accuse me of treason?" The enchanter frowned and stepped forward, his finger outstretched accusingly.
"I can make you prove you yourself constructed this."
"I did no such thing. Lies. Lies are all you have."
The enchanter snarled and his finger touched the man's forehead. "Then you have nothing to fear from a little truth spell, do you?" The man stepped back and the enchanter snapped his fingers. The sound seemed to throw itself into his forehead and dig deep, indenting his skull.
His eyes rolled into his head and he fell over.
The young man was frozen in fear. "Please, don't kill me!"
"I cannot yet. The king himself may. Maybe the son you so desperately wanted on the throne. But you, you will have a truth spell," the enchanter said, pushing his finger into the young man's forehead, just above his eyes and over his nose.
The young man gasped and then started babbling incomprehensibly.
He continued like that as the enchanter dragged the man up the basement stairs, out the house, across the open field before the castle, over the moat, into the castle, into the Great Hall, and thrown before the king.
The king sat, surprised, his soft face holding some anger. "Duo. Why do you bring this man before me?"
Duo only glared at the man, whose words suddenly became understandable. "I am sorry, My King!" the man screeched. "I have failed you! They, they forced me into it! They told me to get the poisons, I swear it! They wanted Milliardo on the throne, to be your successor, because he is friendly to Loquacity. They told me I would be rewarded by King Treize. They told me I would never be found. Never would anyone find out. It was hare's foot, and chokedust they asked for. To mix together to give a realistic death of choking. They wanted to kill you, and I . . . agreed . . . to help!" The man stopped, shuddering. The last words seemed to be forced out of him, and now he lay still, gasping and sobbing. The king straightened his back and looked at his son. Milliardo, his blond hair hanging loose about his shoulders, stared at the man in total shock, his blue eyes wide in disbelief.
Darlian then turned to his daughter and was not surprised to find a look of disgust on her face. "What would you suggest I do, Duo, Milliardo, Relena?"
Duo's and Milliardo's suggestions Darlian guessed from their eyes. Death. Punishment for treason of the highest forms. "Let him be imprisoned. Why should he die? He looks half-dead as it is. And if it gets out that our king kills those who commit treason, how would it look for his wish for peace?"
Darlian looked at his daughter and then to the return arguments of the two young men he trusted. Unlike many kings before his time, he encouraged discussion of many things, including his own choices.
His was probably the closest to a council as any country in the surrounding areas.
"And if it gets out that the king of Perdition is easy upon those who commit treason, it would encourage it!" Duo argued. "We would have attempts upon the king every day!"
"But how would it look if it is said that the king of Perdition kills all those who oppose him? How would business with treaties work? Most would be too scared to think of their own countries!"
Duo ground his teeth. "Fine. As the princess wishes."
Darlian nodded and moved his hand down to touch the head of his bodyguard. The man stiffened and waited. "Take him to the dungeons. Make sure he is fed and clothed. Then return to me."
The man stood up, his entire body easily towering over everyone in the Great Hall. Silently, he walked down the steps and took the man by the back of his collar. Silently, he took the man out of the chamber and left him in some dreary cell. Silently, he returned to his post and sat at his king's feet. And his king only touched his head to show his gratitude and returned to his duties.
He was content.
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Sorry it's short, but I need to set up the setting before I can get into a plot line. So, just wait a moment and the next part will come up soon.
A NOTE: If you were to go and look up in an English dictionary the words Loquacity and Perdition, you would find definitions for them. They have meanings!!! (I do my homework before I write a story! ^_^!) The definitions tell you a bit about what I think of these countries (I obviously do not think too highly. . .).
And because I had so many notes in front, I thought I'd put my shout outs down here. Don't expect them here.
Kat R. Fair: Glad you liked it so much!! ^_^ I put the Quatre part in there mainly for a part in chapter 2. He's gotta know his own name for a reason. So, he's five there. CHIBI QUATRE!!! ^_^ I think of all the pilots, Quatre is my favorite. Natural strategist, low self-esteem personality complex (cannot remember technical terms), and cute to boot!! (Okay, that's just my opinion. . .)
Sarcastic Pessimist: Okay, to explain. Yes, he really is mute, he cannot talk with his mouth, but he's learn to communicate with hand-signals, but he won't stay mute. The next time you see him, he'll be cured of his muteness. I sorta need him to talk through this whole thing. But how he's cured does affect the story. (Hee hee. . . ) Y, por su puesto, I'll continue! I love this story too much. . .
. : Completely anonymous. Like it. And, yes, I'll keep writing. Um, maybe a little bit of what you liked next time? And possibly something to call you by besides "period"? What you didn't understand, what was completely wrong, what is not done right, anything!!! (Relax, Kay. . .)
You know something's different when your mother wears your clothes. Or cloak in this matter. Mom took my cloak to pick up my sister!!! It's just odd, for me. But it's good, because it keeps out the rain!! CAN YOU TELL I'M ON A HYPE??? SUGAR IS GOOD!!!
Teaser:
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There was no doubting those eyes and that face. His king stepped into the room and gasped in shock. "By the river, it is him!" The heir to wealth in another land stared at them with wide, blue eyes. To Wufei's surprise, his king lowered himself to his knees, one hand outstretched appealingly. "Come here, Quatre."
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Thanks for reading! REVIEW PLEASE!
~ Kay Kylo