Haven: Gundam Wing
By: Derrian Star
Chapter 3
Cold.it was so cold. Neither legs nor hands could be felt. Nothing moved on command. He coughed, swearing he could see his breath as it exited his small body. Blue eyes were open and gazing around the dimly lit room. A small fire burn dangerously low off to his right. It threatened to go out at any second. Soft covers seemed to pin him down on the bed he laid in. This place was unfamiliar, smelling of dampness and herbs. How had he gotten here? Where was here? He couldn't have made his way to this strange home by himself. The fact was he was suppose to be dead, a pile of ashes in the middle of the square. If the townspeople would allow the remains of a heretic to stay in their fair city. Or maybe nobody had the courage to move them, fearing a curse on themselves or their family.
Then again they could just have come up with a more interesting way to finish him off. Either way the blond didn't care to stay and find out. The area was empty beside from himself, he knew this, he could 'feel' this. A new feeling that was the caused of this entire mess.
It took a great effort to push aside the heavy blankets. Bandaged hands refused to grasp, who had done this? A shiver wracked his lean body. The air in the room couldn't even compare to the warmth the bedding had provided. White wrapping also covered his freezing legs from the just above the knees down. They were so numb and extremely painful to move. But he bit his lower lip and slowly proceed to climb out of the low bed, keeping hands on the mattress to steady his shaking limbs. Only then was a held breath released.
Then there were voices echoing throughout the room, he was alone no more. The blond head swung around in the direction of the sounds. It was like they were above him, two sets of soft footsteps echoed in the dark room.
Where could he go? As far as his eyes could see there was no door, except for the one leading to a small side room. No windows. Taking a step to get a better look proved too difficult. The pain traveled from tender feet, throughout his entire shaking body. It was too much to bear; he was just barely able to contain a cry. Sagging down to the floor when feet and hands gave out, his vision began to blur. Some mage he was couldn't even get himself out of a simple room. He sighed and blinked twice, trying to clear his vision. It failed to work as he laid his head back against the bed he had been lying in before.
As he watched something attached to the ceiling moved aside. 'Ha, that's where the door was!' A dark figure came through that opening, landing with knees bent, almost completely soundlessly, stating. "That mission took far too long." It was a young male, speaking softly up back into the hole in the roof. He caught several packages as they were sent down, and set them nicely in a pile. Only after that did he notice something was amiss. Violet eyes passed over the empty bed, they widen then saw where the contents had gone to. "Shit! Trowa!" two large steps brought him to the injured one's side. Large, scared doe eyes followed his every movement.
A second figure came down; the draping was hastily replaced, closing the only means of escape.
Gentle hand, unlike the rough ones he had been expecting lifted the blond back on to the bed. Fresh logs built the fire, lighting the room and revealing the owner of the voice. A young man with sun tanned skin and a head of brown, braided hair, hanging just past his hips. Only a sense of worry radiated from this man, no violence, no hate. He couldn't have been one of the burners.
"He's freezing man." The other's voice was deeper, no emotions coloured it. A hand touched his forehead, then his shivering arm. "What were you trying to do kid?" The blond only shook his head, teeth chattering too much to voice anything. The blankets were replaced and more were added to the top. The fire was made as large as the hearth could hold. Both of the holdings normal occupants pushed the bed as close as possible to the flames.
"I told you it was a bad idea to give him Winter's Breath." Duo grumbled only half under his breath, starting some water to boil. "What if something happens and we don't come home in time?"
"I'm sorry." Broken words from the mage had the others attention caught instantly. "I was afraid." two sets of eyes turned to him, one dark green and one surprisingly violet.
Duo yanked on his braid. "Don't worry bout us, we're just here to help." "And Duo is being modest. He was the one who got you freed of that stake fire."
He didn't have much memory of that event, besides a world of agonizing pain. That he didn't care to remember, but yes, he did remember a rescuer. Though why had they helped him? They knew nothing about him, there was no need for them to risk their own to save a so called evil mage. Or.maybe they did know..
"Stop looking scared!! We're friends."
It sounded true enough, but still.there was something else. A secret. "Thank you.." Everyone had secrets after all. His body relaxed as the warmth slowly seeped back into it. Eye lids drooped ever so slightly, his acts for escape had been a bit much for his weakened body. Exhaustion was evident but not wanted. He force consciousness back into a fuzzed brain and moved the pile of sheets back enough so he could see the two others in the room. He quirked a pale brow, they were both sweating, and it wasn't from any kind of exertion. The room was extremely hot, while his small form remained only moderately warm. They sacrificed their own comfort for his wellbeing. Why was he so cold? Again he was in the dark. After the packages were safely stored the one called Trowa checked his wrappings that covered a good portion of his body. Hands extremely gentle for one who denied himself a simple smile. "Did you do this?" the one green eye that could be seen behind the brush of brown hair gazed at him after a second. He nodded.
"It's not the best but it'll have to do. The burns are healing well enough at least, your body is strong."
He pale boy humphed, "Not strong enough." the words flowed into the coverings that incased him. "How long have I been here?" His family must be worried about him. At least he hoped so, this wasn't exactly an easy thing he had been sent to do.
"A week."
That was way too long. "Oh man." He closed his eyes against the bright firelight, turning his head so his entire face was warmed by it. The lure of heat became drowsiness.
"Can you really use magic?!" the question wasn't unexpected at least, said in casual manner that barely hid the curiosity and excitement behind it.
"Duo!!"
"What? I wanna know!"
"I don't know."
Twin exclamations "What?!"
Forcing sleepy eyes open once again, sad blue pools. He tried to explain that which he didn't even understand. And to people he didn't even know. Only the 'feeling' that they were true at heart allowed him to continue. "I did do something.something to that young man, but I didn't mean to hurt him." The shaky voice cracked an octave. The image of the large man barreling down on him, the feeling of over whelming fear. A new, unfamiliar, feeling of over masked that fear. Is attacker clutched his black head screaming. screaming.
A hand on his shoulder broke the nightmare. "Don't strain yourself."
Nodding "The two tried to rob me, they had daggers. I didn't know what to do, but I 'did' do something. No one listened to me though. Maybe it was magic.I don't know, it has never happened before.
Would they fear him, as the people of Arislan did? Humans often kill that which they do not understand. His rescuers looked at each other, Duo reached up and scratched his head. Still there was no violence coming off of them.
"You know," The braided boy started, coming forward a step. "Personally I don't care if you are a mage or not. We didn't rescue you just to heal you and then throw you back to the wolves. " The other nodded his agreement. In the bed there was a sigh of relief.
"Thank you. It's nice that not all Arislanians aren't blood thirsty monsters."
"But." A pause. "We do need to know one thing if your going to be staying here for a bit..." A catch, of course, maybe he had been wrong. "We'd like to know the name of the one using Duo's bed."
"Yeah cause I'm sick of calling you kid!"
Surprise, awe. Words jumbled together. "Quarte.of Volderon."
By: Derrian Star
Chapter 3
Cold.it was so cold. Neither legs nor hands could be felt. Nothing moved on command. He coughed, swearing he could see his breath as it exited his small body. Blue eyes were open and gazing around the dimly lit room. A small fire burn dangerously low off to his right. It threatened to go out at any second. Soft covers seemed to pin him down on the bed he laid in. This place was unfamiliar, smelling of dampness and herbs. How had he gotten here? Where was here? He couldn't have made his way to this strange home by himself. The fact was he was suppose to be dead, a pile of ashes in the middle of the square. If the townspeople would allow the remains of a heretic to stay in their fair city. Or maybe nobody had the courage to move them, fearing a curse on themselves or their family.
Then again they could just have come up with a more interesting way to finish him off. Either way the blond didn't care to stay and find out. The area was empty beside from himself, he knew this, he could 'feel' this. A new feeling that was the caused of this entire mess.
It took a great effort to push aside the heavy blankets. Bandaged hands refused to grasp, who had done this? A shiver wracked his lean body. The air in the room couldn't even compare to the warmth the bedding had provided. White wrapping also covered his freezing legs from the just above the knees down. They were so numb and extremely painful to move. But he bit his lower lip and slowly proceed to climb out of the low bed, keeping hands on the mattress to steady his shaking limbs. Only then was a held breath released.
Then there were voices echoing throughout the room, he was alone no more. The blond head swung around in the direction of the sounds. It was like they were above him, two sets of soft footsteps echoed in the dark room.
Where could he go? As far as his eyes could see there was no door, except for the one leading to a small side room. No windows. Taking a step to get a better look proved too difficult. The pain traveled from tender feet, throughout his entire shaking body. It was too much to bear; he was just barely able to contain a cry. Sagging down to the floor when feet and hands gave out, his vision began to blur. Some mage he was couldn't even get himself out of a simple room. He sighed and blinked twice, trying to clear his vision. It failed to work as he laid his head back against the bed he had been lying in before.
As he watched something attached to the ceiling moved aside. 'Ha, that's where the door was!' A dark figure came through that opening, landing with knees bent, almost completely soundlessly, stating. "That mission took far too long." It was a young male, speaking softly up back into the hole in the roof. He caught several packages as they were sent down, and set them nicely in a pile. Only after that did he notice something was amiss. Violet eyes passed over the empty bed, they widen then saw where the contents had gone to. "Shit! Trowa!" two large steps brought him to the injured one's side. Large, scared doe eyes followed his every movement.
A second figure came down; the draping was hastily replaced, closing the only means of escape.
Gentle hand, unlike the rough ones he had been expecting lifted the blond back on to the bed. Fresh logs built the fire, lighting the room and revealing the owner of the voice. A young man with sun tanned skin and a head of brown, braided hair, hanging just past his hips. Only a sense of worry radiated from this man, no violence, no hate. He couldn't have been one of the burners.
"He's freezing man." The other's voice was deeper, no emotions coloured it. A hand touched his forehead, then his shivering arm. "What were you trying to do kid?" The blond only shook his head, teeth chattering too much to voice anything. The blankets were replaced and more were added to the top. The fire was made as large as the hearth could hold. Both of the holdings normal occupants pushed the bed as close as possible to the flames.
"I told you it was a bad idea to give him Winter's Breath." Duo grumbled only half under his breath, starting some water to boil. "What if something happens and we don't come home in time?"
"I'm sorry." Broken words from the mage had the others attention caught instantly. "I was afraid." two sets of eyes turned to him, one dark green and one surprisingly violet.
Duo yanked on his braid. "Don't worry bout us, we're just here to help." "And Duo is being modest. He was the one who got you freed of that stake fire."
He didn't have much memory of that event, besides a world of agonizing pain. That he didn't care to remember, but yes, he did remember a rescuer. Though why had they helped him? They knew nothing about him, there was no need for them to risk their own to save a so called evil mage. Or.maybe they did know..
"Stop looking scared!! We're friends."
It sounded true enough, but still.there was something else. A secret. "Thank you.." Everyone had secrets after all. His body relaxed as the warmth slowly seeped back into it. Eye lids drooped ever so slightly, his acts for escape had been a bit much for his weakened body. Exhaustion was evident but not wanted. He force consciousness back into a fuzzed brain and moved the pile of sheets back enough so he could see the two others in the room. He quirked a pale brow, they were both sweating, and it wasn't from any kind of exertion. The room was extremely hot, while his small form remained only moderately warm. They sacrificed their own comfort for his wellbeing. Why was he so cold? Again he was in the dark. After the packages were safely stored the one called Trowa checked his wrappings that covered a good portion of his body. Hands extremely gentle for one who denied himself a simple smile. "Did you do this?" the one green eye that could be seen behind the brush of brown hair gazed at him after a second. He nodded.
"It's not the best but it'll have to do. The burns are healing well enough at least, your body is strong."
He pale boy humphed, "Not strong enough." the words flowed into the coverings that incased him. "How long have I been here?" His family must be worried about him. At least he hoped so, this wasn't exactly an easy thing he had been sent to do.
"A week."
That was way too long. "Oh man." He closed his eyes against the bright firelight, turning his head so his entire face was warmed by it. The lure of heat became drowsiness.
"Can you really use magic?!" the question wasn't unexpected at least, said in casual manner that barely hid the curiosity and excitement behind it.
"Duo!!"
"What? I wanna know!"
"I don't know."
Twin exclamations "What?!"
Forcing sleepy eyes open once again, sad blue pools. He tried to explain that which he didn't even understand. And to people he didn't even know. Only the 'feeling' that they were true at heart allowed him to continue. "I did do something.something to that young man, but I didn't mean to hurt him." The shaky voice cracked an octave. The image of the large man barreling down on him, the feeling of over whelming fear. A new, unfamiliar, feeling of over masked that fear. Is attacker clutched his black head screaming. screaming.
A hand on his shoulder broke the nightmare. "Don't strain yourself."
Nodding "The two tried to rob me, they had daggers. I didn't know what to do, but I 'did' do something. No one listened to me though. Maybe it was magic.I don't know, it has never happened before.
Would they fear him, as the people of Arislan did? Humans often kill that which they do not understand. His rescuers looked at each other, Duo reached up and scratched his head. Still there was no violence coming off of them.
"You know," The braided boy started, coming forward a step. "Personally I don't care if you are a mage or not. We didn't rescue you just to heal you and then throw you back to the wolves. " The other nodded his agreement. In the bed there was a sigh of relief.
"Thank you. It's nice that not all Arislanians aren't blood thirsty monsters."
"But." A pause. "We do need to know one thing if your going to be staying here for a bit..." A catch, of course, maybe he had been wrong. "We'd like to know the name of the one using Duo's bed."
"Yeah cause I'm sick of calling you kid!"
Surprise, awe. Words jumbled together. "Quarte.of Volderon."