"Where am I?" Heero asked looking at the two people in front of him. He thought back for a moment and remembered the spiked mace almost coming at him.

"You're in a city called Salamisbad" Quatre explained. "I'm really sorry that this happened to you...I should've known you were up there. I hope you can forgive me" he said looking down and bowed slightly. Yes, I was in that forest! Heero remembered.

"How far is it away from here?!" he questioned the boy. It had taken him a good while to get there. He would be frustrated if he had to go back with all that distance...

"I...don't know...I don't even know how to get there"

"Then how did you even get there?" he asked impatiently. He thought he felt his body burn as though it were on fire. Something was wrong. He just knew it.

"It's...a long story actually..."

He would have asked continued the subject, but now, he was tired and needed rest. Anyway, he would have time to ask later on. With a small sigh, he decided to ask something else. "Can you give me a world map?"

Quatre went over to a book shelf and pulled out a piece of paper. He handed it to Heero who at once looked at it. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he couldn't hide his shock completely. What the!-

"What world map is this?" Heero eyed Quatre with a death glare.

"What do you mean? That is the only kind of world map there is..."

"You know, you look like you've been on a long journey. Why don't you spend the night at the palace?" Jasmine asked politely like a hostess. No, he couldn't just relax when-

"I don't have time" Heero said forgetting that he was tired. He started for the door.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Quatre said. "You should rest first!" But Heero didn't listen and continued to head to it. But when he reached for the handle, it opened from the other side. The door smacked him in the face. A short, round shaped man in regal tunics and a large hat with a father in front of it came in. He had a white beard and mustache.(Jasmine's father the sultan)

"Oh sorry about that lad!" he apologized. Then as if nothing happened he spoke to the other two. "Ah! Jasmine, what are you doing in here?" he asked with a chuckle. "Oh, hello Quatre! You're back already I see!" he said now turning to Quatre. Then he noticed another person in the room which was the same person he hit by opening the door. "Ah nice to meet you young man. And who might you be?" he asked the new person. But Heero didn't answer. Instead, he just stood there confused and lifelessly staring at nothing. Quatre knowing that something was wrong thought it was best to leave him alone for a bit. "Your Royal Highness, I think it's best that we leave Heero alone for a bit. And I also have something to discuss with you..."

"Yes, yes alright!" the sultan exclaimed. And so the he, and Quatre left the room. Jasmine, who also had things to do was about to leave as well. "Listen Heero, please join us for dinner. I'll see you there" she said and left the room also leaving Heero by himself.

As Jasmine exited the door, she thought about why there was this feeling he had all of a sudden for this person she had just met and what she could do to make Heero notice her. It seemed like I wasn't even there she thought remembering that he didn't say a single word to her. Well, there was plenty of things and time so she needn't worry. Maybe she could impress him with nice home-cooked meal! Smiling to herself, she headed in the direction of the palace's kitchen.

"Your Highness, I think he is the one" Quatre said closing the door as soon as he and the sultan were in the luxurious royal suite. What they were about to discuss was supposed to be a secret. "Yes I know. I trust your words my boy" the said in his usual happy tone. "Well, we shan't keep it a secret to him forever. When do you think we tell him?" the old man asked Quatre. "We should give him time to be by himself. Why don't we invite him to have dinner with us?" he offered to the sultan. "Yes, a splendid idea! I shall have the cooks and chefs prepare an ambrosial night time meal!"

"Yes, well I'm sure you will Your Highness" Quatre said laughing slightly. While he was en route to the suite with the sultan, he saw Jasmine rush over to the kitchen. He smiled thinking what was going to happen.

Once alone, Heero laid down on his bed to help ease himself but it did little to soothe him. That map he saw was not the same world map that he had grown up with including everyone he knew. But how can this be?! He felt his spirits sink like a ship in a vast ever-deepening ocean. But now his fatigue was catching up and he quickly fell asleep although he tried to fight it. He would get answers soon, he thought. Just a little patience will do.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Heero woke up from his sleep and got off the bed. He briefly looked out the window and saw that it was dark out. Did I sleep that long? Again the knocking continued, so Heero went over to open it.

"Your presence is request at the royal dinner table Master Heero. Also, I was asked by Princess Jasmine to instruct you to wear this" said a maid bowing down. In her hands was a set of clothes. The way she bowed, it looked like she was presenting tribute to him. "Thank you" Taking the clothes out of her hands, he went back into the room and bathed for a few minutes, but he made sure he was clean. It had been forever since the last time he remembered taking a bath. Then he put on the fresh clothes he had been given. It was a gray jacket, a white shirt, and a pair of comfortable black pants. Not really caring how he looked, he left the room.

When he stepped outside, he was amazed at what he saw. There were pieces of beautifully made silken pieces of fabric on the floor of all pretty designs and colors ( I'm trying to describe Persian carpets.) Tall sand-colored shiny pillars with energetic flames on top to light the darkness standing before the walls. And amazingly crafted khaki stone bricks that were carefully put together and resulted in the long and large walls,foors and the ceiling too. For a moment he was mesmerized by his surroundings. So unlike home...It was as though he were in a dream world. "Allow me to escort you to the dinner room" said the maid who had given him his clothes. And so he followed her through the magical world around him.

"Ah so you made it!" the sultan greeted Heero warmly as he walked in the room. "Good evening" Quatre politely said to him. "By the way, Jasmine's making dinner tonight" he continued. Heero walked over and took a seat and waited patiently for the food to come.

"Oh my god!" Jasmine said out loud. For the past hour she had been striving to make some nice crunchy chicken(like KFC) and some gravy with mashed potatoes as an appetizer. Then she tried to make some fried rice with General Gao's chicken but so far things were going horribly. What she had was excessively charred chicken that looked like ash. Mashed potatoes that looked like(well there isn't even any lol!) and rice that was a lot more than fried. It was blackened and exploded like the chicken. Oh no! What was she going to do! She panicked and panicked then finally an idea came to mind. Taking out her wand, she utilized whatever magic was the most appropriate in this situation...

"Heero, you are the prophesized messiah" Quatre finally revealed during the silence between himself, Heero, and the sultan.

"What do you mean?" Heero asked curiously.

"The world is in danger my boy. There is a mysterious dark force trying to take over. But we must keep evil from knowing about your existence-our savior!" the sultan continued on.

What crazy lunatics are these guys? "How do you know it's me and why should I believe this story?" Quatre and the sultan exchanged puzzled looks. Then they looked at Heero. "Do you have amnesia or something?" Quatre said instead of answering the inquiry. Out of confusion and disheartenment, Heero slammed a fist on the table. "Look, I thank you for bringing me here. But I'm currently in the middle of something ok?! Now I'd like to get out of here as soon as I can to continue" Heero stated.

Finally after what seemed like quite awhile and now of all times, Jasmine appeared with food on plates and placed one in front of everyone. By her behavior, she didn't seem to have heard the conversation the other three were having. Pretending nothing had happened, Heero decided to use good manners as a gentleman should. But what was strange he thought was that the food did indeed look appetizing and delicious. However, what was funny was it tasted quite unusual....it was like eating burned wood and the gravy didn't seem to have any flavor....

(Next Chapter: The prophecy and Heero's role in it will be explained. Also he starts his journey too.)

Please read&review! Remember, I'm always willing to read suggestions you might have.

Btw, the reason why Heero was in that God forsaken forest in the first place will be explained in a later chapter if this fic continues. Ciao!