Authors note: I hate my new excuse for Word processor, it seems to have a problem with saving under HTML, which is what accepts. And he it does save under HTML, all the spacing spazzes out. Thank God lets you edit your story before you post it…ugh stupid thing

Chapter 1

Heero looked at his surrounding as he and his "friends" walked down the sidewalk. This world he was in, was so…peaceful. Peace. A world he rarely used to describe a place. However this place was exactly that. There was blue skies, green grass, birds chirping and children running around and their parents walking calmly behind them. There was no sign of war, or hatred or greed in this place. It was what he had always dreamed of. A Place where he didn't have to fight or kill. This place was his dream.

But that's all it was

This place was too perfect to be real, no place he has known of was this peaceful. Trowa was wrong, and Heero convinced himself of that, this place was the dream. He knew soon he would wake up in his old smelly bed in that old smelly apartment he shared with the other four when they weren't away taking care of their own business. His world was always on the brink of a war, his world had greed and hatred and death. He was only seventeen years old and yet he has seen more than most people. He never had a life, he wasn't given that pleasure. But not everyone in that world had a normal life. Even those not involved with the war had to spend their days worrying over when they would die, when their turn was next. Even now, in his world, the war maybe over, but the hatred still lives on.

Before Heero woke up in this strange world he heard from someone that a new terrorist group whom followed the same ideals and wants of OZ was about to attack. Of course he heard this from an old hobo, so he didn't believe it. However…

This world was too perfect….

Could it be…

An enemy created this place…?

"Umm Heero, you okay there?"

Trowa's voice broke Heero out of his thoughts. The solider turned and looked at the taller boy, who expressed deep concern on his face. The other's too stopped in their tracks and started at Heero. "

"Yes," Heero said coolly, "I'm fine."

"Yeah Heero you look all confused and messed up," Duo said loudly.

Heero cringed at the way his friend talked…at the way all his friends talked now…how they dressed and how they acted. This was not them.

"Let's just go."

"Fine whatever," Duo said shrugging.

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The school seemed like any of the normal schools he went to undercover. The teacher stood in the middle and taught a big arena of students about things they probably wouldn't need in a few years. No one taught about real life, about the death and hatred and evil in the world. People keep their children sheltered from all the bad things, but when they go out in the real world they are chewed up and spit out for being so naïve.

Heero stared at his history text book, which looked a lot like the one he used at one of his schools. He grasped on to the little bit of hope that maybe this book would have the history of the Alliance and OZ, and then he could prove to the others that he wasn't crazy. With each flying page, his hope began to disappear. He made it to the last page with no luck. Nothing, not even about the creation of the colonies, which he knew for a fact was in one of the history textbooks he had back in his world.

What does this mean?

There were no colonies either?

No colonies, no Gundams, no OZ.

So what was he?

Who was he?

Did he even exist?

I'm right…this is the dream…I know it…however…

He looked outside the window, at the world he woke up in…

Even dreams…aren't this perfect.