*this is my 1st fic, and I can't wait to finish it! And, well, hope u all like it and, of course, forgive my spelling. I'm sorry if I spell anything wrong And I do NOT own Gundam Wing or anything like that. I just want to write about it. So please don't sue me seeing the only thing I have that's worth anything is my mind, and I like it in my head please. ^^;*

Prologue

After Colony 197, the war that scared many lives has been dead 2 years and put into the deepest regions of the human mind. Too few, however, it was still on, and it will never end.

Heero had been living the life of a drifter, going around the world, doing whatever he thought to be for his own good. The rumors one hears in taverns about the wars beginning again was beginning to take its toll. Heero was sick and tired of hearing about war and the rumors. So, he stole a ship, and went into space.

The blackness and silence were soothing to his turbulent soul and mind. But, then, the screen to the video transmitter turned on, and wouldn't turn off. A girl's darkened figure appeared with the background of nothing but static. Heero only looked at it, wondering what was going on.

"I have found you," the soft voice said.

"Who are you," Heero asked, wondering if this was an anti-theft system.

"You will know in good time," she said. "And this ship is now yours. Consider it a gift. Take care of it."

Heero smiled," Well, are you gonna tell me who you are?"

The girl shook her head. "Not until I am ready. But I will drop by with messages from time to time."