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Fields of Feuds

Author: Jusrecht

Chapter Four

"No."

Tolle's grin fell. "But, Ma'am–"

Rousia fixed him a stern look. "Listen to me, Tolle. I am hunted by the Alliance Guard as you have witnessed with your own eyes three days ago. I have no idea when my friend and I will be attacked again by these people and I most certainly do not want any of you anywhere near me when it happens. Do I make myself clear enough?"

The youngsters stared at her with various degrees of perplexity, to which Rousia did not intend to give further explanation despite her genuine sympathy to them. They were big enough, they would be able to earn their own keep, she tried to convince herself, and it was not by her and her comrades's side. These boys and girl definitely did not know what they were asking for when they requested for them to travel together. Not that she would enlighten them, since she was very aware of young men's bold but brash traits.

She was searching for a way to defeat the rebellious look Tolle was still sporting on his face when a soft voice rose. "Is there anything we need to know about you, Ma'am?"

Rousia looked at Milli without saying a word for a moment, and then pursed her lips and said firmly, "Yes, and it is not to get involved with me in any manner."

"You are unfair, Rousia-san," Tolle interjected, anger beginning to sharpen the edges of his voice. "Don't think that we are small kids who will need your constant protection. It was us who saved you three days ago in case you have forgotten. I honestly think that it will be safer for us to continue this journey together. Unless you can give us a really good reason why we should not, I'm not changing my mind."

Returning his glare with a calm look, Rousia said, "And if I do, will you promise me that you will forget this foolish idea?"

Tolle gave her a wide, defiant grin. "If and only if you manage to convince me that it is a foolish idea."

Aware that she would not get a better bargain, Rousia finally relented and stared at the boy hard. "Very well, but keep that promise of yours, Tolle, or I will eternally remember you as a man without honor." She cast a fleeting glance at the man beside her before returning her gaze at the youngsters and spoke with a steady voice, "Mira Rousia is not my real name. I am Murrue Ramius."

"Impossible!" Tolle's sudden outburst forced the others to turn and look at him quizzically. There was shock and wonder bordering on disbelief merging in his eyes. For a moment, the boy seemed to be struggling for words in his amazement, his stare never wavering from the grimly smiling woman before them. Then, with a voice that was a little above a hoarse whisper, he managed to croak out, "Murrue Ramius is the name of the leader of Archangel!"

"I assume you know about Archangel then?" her smile dimmed a little.

"Of course, the rebellion movement," Ssigh took the liberty to reply since Tolle seemed to be still beyond words. "That explains why you were targeted by the Alliance Guard."

They all descended into silence, pondering the fact that it was the leader of Archangel herself they were speaking to. Murrue sighed inwardly, knowing very well what would follow afterwards if her opinion about young people in general was right, and yet still clinging to what little hope she still retained in her heart that these youngsters actually had more sense than she thought.

"Then it's perfect!" Tolle suddenly exclaimed and Murrue was ready to groan in desperation now that she was faced with the reaction she dreaded the most. His eyes were gleaming brightly with enthusiasm as he continued in a rush of tumbling words, "We can go with you and join Archangel! You know what, we hate the Alliance and their terrible actions as much as you do and we do want to fight for our freedom! We can be spies, or whatever you want of us as long as we can fight the Alliance!"

"Do you really speak for your friends, Tolle?" Murrue asked calmly, conscious of the others's complete silence. "I don't think that they agree with you full-heartedly."

Finally realizing his friends's lack of reaction, Tolle turned to stare at them, disbelief and accusation warring in his eyes. His gaze stopped at Ssigh who returned it with an uneasy look and eventually said with a small, uncertain voice, "We have nowhere to go."

"Oh, Ssigh, not you too," Murrue protested as a grin bloomed on Tolle's face. She then turned to Milli who was eyeing her friends with an odd look. "Please tell me that you have more sense than these boys, Milli."

The girl did not respond for a moment, her eyes set unblinkingly on Kira who was also holding her gaze steadily. And then something that Murrue had thought she only would witness coming from noblest queens and princesses of old, flickered across her eyes, something between pride and determination, and she knew that she had no hope in her either. Milli smiled at her before saying, "Indeed I do have much more sense, but I want to meet Hibiki-san again. I think the odds are relatively bigger if I am to join the Archangel."

"If they go then I'll go," Kuzzey spoke up hurriedly once Milli had finished explaining her reason which, Murrue had to admit though reluctantly, was very reasonable.

Recognizing the approaching of defeat, she set a dark look on Kira and said, "It won't change anything if I ask you too, will it?"

"No," was the answer promptly and succinctly supplied by the young man's smiling mouth.

The man, Kojirou Mardock, suddenly spoke up after silently watching the exchange with more-than-little-amused eyes. "Captain, Reed and the others have just been discovered last week, right? We can't use them as spies anymore and to prepare a new identity takes times, so why don't we use their help? They are children still and the Alliance won't suspect–"

"Mardock!" the Archangel's leader cut in furiously, her face white with anger. "To use children in dangerous missions like spying is unforgivable! You know my policy clearly! How could you propose something like that?"

"Uh, sorry, Captain, just an idea," he murmured, abashed, but upon seeing the swelling wrath on his leader's face, hastily added, "Then why don't we bring them back to the HQ and discuss this matter further with the vice-captain? Maybe she has her own opinion about this."

"Natarle would already have your head if she heard that idea of yours," Murrue growled at him. Ignoring the now scarlet-faced man, she turned around and regarded the smiling youngsters with stern eyes. "Listen, all of you. I will not make my decision now since the situation is hardly conducive to make one. I need to return as soon as possible and so I will ask this for one last time: Are you sure you want to get involved in this? I dare say that a peaceful life is still waiting for you with open arms. It is a blessing to be able to live quietly without the need to fight and it suits you better. Think again."

But even as she said that, Murrue felt doubt fiercely gnawing the edges of her belief. Peace was wonderful, peace was a gift, but Kira's skills and Tolle's vivacity were not made for peace. Neither Ssigh's strong determination and his desire to protect. Milli's smile might speak differently under any other circumstance, but now it always had this one note lying quietly underneath: the safety of her master. It was strong enough, Murrue reflected sadly, to force her going through fire and ice and back again.

And Kuzzey. Kuzzey might choose peace if it was up to him, but friendship was stronger than his desire. It was the last thing he would abandon.

Murrue wondered if she had been as stubborn as them in her younger years and found herself smiling at the thought. Youth meant vigor and vigor usually also meant recklessness. There were those things which couldn't exist without the other. Their eyes clearly said so and the Archangel's leader always recognized defeat when she came face to face with it.

"I shouldn't be too surprised," she remarked dryly, earning beams and grins in return. She shrugged and from her small bag fished out a piece of parchment, on where she quickly scribbled a few short sentences. After folding it neatly into a small roll, she brought two fingers to her lips, suddenly whistling a long, shrill sound that fluctuated again and again at certain intervals. A moment later, an eagle appeared from the cluster of trees and dived right onto Murrue's hand, where it chose to perch ceremoniously.

Torii eyed the newcomer with mild interest, which was returned with regal aloofness and utter indifference, eliciting general amusement from the rest of the group who were watching the silent interaction. Murrue only smiled to her bird and tied up the letter to its right foot which was extended at her. The eagle waited patiently as the Archangel's leader repeatedly checked in case her knots were too loose.

"Fly, Helldart," Murrue then whispered once she had finished the meticulous examination, running her fingers along the brown-and-white feathers gently. "Go and give the letter to Natarle."

To everyone's astonishment, the eagle pecked her cheeks before taking its flight and soaring back into the sky. They watched until it disappeared among clouds and merry sunlight.

"We should leave too," Murrue broke the silence, returning all present attention to her. "Our journey will be ten days at least. For today, we should reach a village named Dersal before nightfall so we can spend a night there. I don't want us to sleep outside without a shelter since rainstorm can catch us anytime during this time of the year."

"Where are we going?" Tolle asked as he shouldered his own few belongings and precious bow.

Murrue threw him a small, enigmatic smile. "You'll see, young man."

The journey began at quite a high speed. At noon, they have covered more than a half of their intended distance for the day, according to Murrue. However, some obstacles took their turns to rise after lunch, one of them being fast weariness since none of the youngsters save Kira – and probably Milli – was used to long walking, accustomed to peaceful village life. The terrain did little to help, rising up and winding down with many small hills and slippery paths. When they went by the border of a small village, a group of passing Alliance soldiers forced them to hastily hide, which resulted in Tolle ending up in a pool of mud, courtesy to last night's rain.

"There has to be a reason why I got to hide there," he grumbled as he splashed cool river water to his soiled face.

Kira grinned apologetically after hearing the complaint. "Sorry, Tolle. I was about to grab you to hide up on the trees but you were running so fast into the bushes back then."

"At least they didn't notice us," Ssigh pointed out far too cheerfully to Tolle's liking.

The rest of their journey passed rather uneventfully save for the increasing strikes of exhaustion and a small snake which somehow had managed to get into Ssigh's bag. Tolle got a good laugh from the incident, more so when his friend threw him a sullen glare from the corner of his eyes. He only stopped when Milli gave him a hard look, followed by a short lecture about the threat of poisonous snakes.

"We can never journey quietly this way," Murrue said to Mardock, looking more amused than annoyed.

"Quietude and seriousness can kill you quickly," Tolle, who overheard the comment, remarked with a debatable degree of seriousness. "Just admit it, Ma'am. You're fond of us, aren't you?"

"At least I no longer have to put up with your noisiness today," she replied with a smile before then leaping deftly to a higher ground and pointing a finger toward a cluster of houses surrounded by trees that intermingled with each other under the reddening sky. "There is the village we're going to spend the night in. We only have to follow the road a little more to reach it. Let's go."

The village was indeed small, Kira noted, but bustling with end-of-day activities. It resembled Heliopolis so much with its small houses and chicken poultries and barns, and a mill that was running leisurely at the other side of the village, and with the only difference being the half-circle of palisade linking one end of a forest to another equally thriving, he couldn't help but to think of his home. Heliopolis had been his home for two years, the longest during those times of traveling with his master, and now he had lost a home again.

And a dear person. It had been Athrun and now his master. Kira wondered if he would lose another person close to him again.

Three Shepherds was a small inn located at the center of the village, across a busy grocery store. It had a rundown look from the outside, but Kira had to admit that the inside was rather heartening with a strong fire blazing in the hearth. Behind the front desk stood a man with short-cropped beard and a balding head who was scribbling figures on a bundled paper when they arrived. He looked up and beamed once he saw them.

"Welcome, travelers!" he greeted jovially. "How can I help you?"

"Is there any room available for us?" Murrue asked and glanced toward her party, silently counting and dividing them. "Three or four rooms would be preferable," she added.

The innkeeper consulted his list for a moment and then shook his head sadly. "A busy season, Ma'am," he explained with utmost apology even though it couldn't hide the delight in his voice about the current situation. "No one wants to spend the night in the rain or travel after nightfall in this area. We only have two rooms left for the night. Is that fine with you?"

"That's okay," Ssigh suddenly jumped into the conversation, words tumbling out of his mouth hastily. "You and Milli could take one room, Rousia-san, and the rest of us the other one. Mardock-san can take the bed because after all, we're the one who want to go with you."

"One room for the five of you?" Murrue repeated in disbelief. "That will be too much! Where will you boys sleep?"

"I'll never take the bed if you guys won't," Mardock said indignantly.

"The floor," Tolle piped in happily, ignoring the dark-skinned man's protest completely. "We're used to sleeping tightly together anyway. Besides, there is safety in numbers, right?"

"We can provide more blankets to cover the floor," the innkeeper supplied helpfully.

Murrue turned to the innkeeper, still determined not to be swayed by the boys for the second time in one day. "Is there another inn in this village? Or a place we can spend the night in?"

"No," he answered with another shake of his balding head. "This is the only inn in this village. There is another one in a nearby village, but it's quite far, about four hours of walk from here."

"It's okay, Rousia-san," Kira insisted. "Sleeping on the floor is better than traveling at night."

Murrue was still apprehensive – after all, she had given her consent that the youngsters could go with her for now. They were her responsibilities now, but she had to admit that Kira was right. With a sigh, she finally gave in and said, "Very well. We'll take two rooms for the night."

The innkeeper clapped his hands together. "Excellent! Each is one hundred nect a night, including supper and breakfast. Loyle!" A short young man with plump, red cheeks appeared from the inner chamber, looking at his employer questioningly. The innkeeper waved a hand toward the other side of the inn and said," Show the guests their rooms, two at the end of the hall, and see to their needs. Enjoy your stay," he added to his guests.

Kira followed the servant after his friends with quiet strides, passing the tavern in process. The tables, plates filled with foods laid out plentifully on them, were crowded by laughing customers, most of them men wearing weather-worn cloaks. He spotted a few Alliance guards still wearing their uniform although quite obviously were off-duty and instinctively tried to cover his face, but a particular group of men caught his interest after he heard the word 'Heliopolis' muttered among the members. His paces halted for a while as he tried to listen for some more, determined to find out a little information about his hometown.

It was then when a flaxen-haired man turned at his direction, one of his hands holding a pint full of mead, blue eyes regarding him with subtle interest. Their eyes regarded each other for a moment before then the man raised his glass slightly, grinning, before taking it to his own lips and downed several gulps. Kira turned around and leave, not wanting to be accused of eavesdropping.

His friends had settled to their room when he arrived and now were arguing about the ownership of the bed with Torii fluttering above their heads as if thrilled by the quarrel.

"I said no! You guys are still children!" Mardock's loud voice rang above the others's and Kira winced a little at the volume. "What should I do if one of you is down 'cause of cold of something equally stupid? Don't be so stubborn just because you want to look tough!"

Ssigh was trying to explain, occasionally aided by Kuzzey's enthusiastic nods, when Tolle suddenly said, "Why don't we settle this with a little game of dice? Whoever loses will get the bed."

It was agreed by the majority vote and Kira had to bit back a laugh when Mardock earned his fourth consecutive losses.

"You did something with the dices, didn't you?" the older man glared at Tolle sharply.

"I did no such thing! How could you accuse me of committing that terrible crime?" the brown-haired boy was able to look aghast even though his eyes were twinkling merrily. Kira had to suppress another surge of laughter.

On that moment, the door was pushed open from the other side and Milli's face appeared on the threshold. "Kira, Ramius-san is looking for you. She said there was something she needed to talk about with you."

"Okay," he rose to his feet as Torii dived down from his perch up on the sideboard to land on his shoulders. The others, now joined by Milli, were still debating about the validity of the game when he left.

The Archangel's leader was sitting on the only chair in the room, reading a book he had often seen occupying the woman's hand during their three-days hiding in the cave near Heliopolis, when he entered after knocking a few times. She smiled at his arrival and offered the chair to Kira while she herself moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry for bothering you Kira. I suppose you're having fun with your friends at the other room?"

"No, it's okay," he took the offered seat as another laughter erupted from the room he had just left. "We're just trying to decide who is going to have the bed for tonight."

Murrue's smile widened a little before a slightly more somber look settling on her face, and she said, "I'm just curious about something. That bird of yours – Torii, isn't it? – may I ask for how long you have owned it? A spirit, right?"

Kira nodded. "Yes. A friend of mine gave Torii to me as a farewell present about eight years ago."

Pure astonishment flashed across Murrue's face. "Eight years ago?"

"Yes," Kira nodded once more as if to emphasize his answer. "Is there something wrong, Ramius-san?"

The older woman quickly smiled again. "You have to pardon me for asking. It's just that small spirits are often used to spy, if you know what I mean. I guess Torii has nothing to do with it then. But eight years ago, you said? From a friend of yours who was of the same age of you?"

"Yes."

Murrue went silent for a little while, her brow contorted into a small frown, and Kira wondered if he had said anything wrong. However, he was certain that Torii – and Athrun in this case – had nothing to do with those spying activities mentioned by the leader of the Archangel, although he had to admit that she had the right to have such suspicion.

"Maybe it's nothing," she murmured softly, almost as if speaking to herself. "As far as I know, spirits are created – or rather summoned – by magic. Torii is a small spirit, so it won't be too hard for one who is well-versed in magic to perform the summoning. But seven years ago means that this friend of yours was – what? Ten or eleven? Even if he knew a little magic, it is impossible for him – for anyone – to keep the spirit existing in our world for such extended time, let alone if the summoner is nowhere near the summoned." She glanced at Kira who still had not said a word and added, "Seven years is plain impossible, Kira."

"Athrun had never learnt any kind of magic," he replied and then added uncertainly after a moment, "at least according to my knowledge. We had been close friends at the orphanage before my master came and took me."

There was the sound of a sharp intake of breath coming from Murrue. "Your friend's name was Athrun? Athrun Zala?"

"He didn't have a last name," Kira answered, slightly taken aback by the tone the older woman was using. "Many of us in the orphanage didn't. Mine was given several years ago by my master."

A train of polite knocks applied on the door from the outer side put a halt to their conversation. Murrue rose to attend to the door and Kira noticed her right hand set stiffly on her side as if ready to cast a spell if the need to do so arose. The small discovery told him a lot, one of them being the risks of involving himself with a rebellion group which was clearly as not easy as he had thought, and it settled an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. Kira was rarely scared, but to live like that, fearing of discovery every waking minute was a little too much.

He was still debating with the thought when Ssigh walked in, fingers fidgeting and an uneasy look vividly painted on his face. Repeatedly he glanced at Kira who returned them all with a blank look before finally starting.

"Rousia-san...no, I mean–"

Murrue held up a hand and said with a quiet smile. "I prefer you to keep calling me with that name actually. At least during this journey."

"Alright," Ssigh nodded and fidgeted some more. "Maybe this sounds stupid, but I just want to ask you something. Can we– I mean, is there any chance of getting news about Heliopolis once we have arrived?"

Her brows knitted together at the question, but she answered nonetheless. "Yes, we should be able to. Is something wrong, Ssigh?"

The young man quickly shook his head. "No, everything's fine. I'm just curious about something. No big deal, really," he said with a tone so wistful that it made Kira wonder why he had made the decision to come with them. He knew quite surely the reason of Ssigh asking, which had a great deal to do with a certain red-haired lady.

And at that moment, his eyes caught a shadow moving in the darkness of the hall outside from the half-ajar door left by Ssigh. He remained silent and darted his gaze back to Murrue who now was also staring at the door with palpable suspicion even though her position on the bed had made it almost impossible for her to notice any ongoing behind the door.

"Rousia-san?"

She looked at Ssigh who was eyeing her bewilderedly and quickly held up one finger to her lips before continuing in a calm voice, "I have some relatives in Heliopolis who probably can help you. What kind of news you wish to find out, Ssigh?"

Ssigh looked even more astonished, but Kira had caught the meaning behind her hurried words and quickly took the liberty to answer before his friend could voice any injurious question. "It's about a friend of ours, Rousia-san. She helped us out a lot back then and that might put her into some trouble."

"We should be able to find out then," Murrue replied, her eyes glinting meaningfully at Kira. "It will be easier if we know what we are looking for."

During this exchange, Kira had pointed toward the door unobtrusively with his eyes, aware that whoever standing outside would be able to see him as well. Murrue had responded with a frown at first, clearly receiving his message and opposing it vehemently, which Kira had only returned with a straight, stubborn look into her eyes. At the end of her words, she eventually nodded despite the frown decorating her temple and Kira rose, heading to the bed where Milli's small bag was set on the floor next to it as Murrue continued conversing with the other boy.

"A letter may take some times, Ssigh, but travelers always bring with them various news. There is a very good chance that we can learn something from them if they pass through Heliopolis. Who is this friend of yours if I may ask?"

Kira could hear his friend muttering a few explanations about someone who had helped them back then at Heliopolis as he crept back silently to the door, hoping that his worn out boots would cause no sound that might warn the eavesdropper of his intention. Once he was suitably positioned, Kira placed his right hand on the door, pulled it open and grabbed the person with the other hand using the entirety of his strength, all done in one fluid motion. Probably from being too surprised, the uninvited guest fell onto the floor with a loud thud and Kira, now with both hands capable to join the fight, managed to restrain the struggling man on the floor.

For a while the man was still trying to free himself out of Kira's iron grip but immediately ceased the effort once Murrue pressed a blade under his chin.

"Okay, I'm not going to run," he said with a sigh and for the first time Kira was able to take a good look at him. For some reasons, the golden hair that fell messily about the man's face did not surprise him.

The door across the hall flung open and Tolle rushed out, followed by the rest occupants of the room. "Kira! Ramius-san! What was that loud noise?" the brown-haired boy barged in with a small blade held between his fingers. His rapid questioning ceased when he noticed the stranger held down by Kira and the dagger in Murrue's hand.

"Ramius," the man repeated and suddenly chuckled, as if amused by the whole situation. He looked at the Archangel's leader with twinkling eyes and commented, "That is a well-know name, you know?"

"Are you a spy?" she asked curtly, pressing the blade closer to his skin.

"That depends on who you are, Ramius-san," the man winked at her, a bold – and ridiculous – move judging from the position he was in. Murrue scoffed and moved to squat next to Kira, putting a hand on the stranger's wrist. A glow appeared from her palm and a moment later, an almost bluish rope had circled the man's hand, linking one wrist to another.

"An advanced level of magic," he remarked with a definite level of amusement in his voice. "Shouldn't be too hard to guess who you are."

"You can let go of him, Kira," Murrue said shortly.

Kira stood up as the Archangel leader did the same to her captive's ankles, drawing out a surprised gasp from the yellow-haired man once he saw him. "You're just a kid! And I thought a giant crushed me with that strength!"

Ignoring the exclamation, Murrue asked sternly. "What are you doing outside our door?"

"Passing," the grin had returned to the man's face. "And then I heard your unbelievably beautiful voice and my interest was tickled to listen some more. I don't suppose it's a crime?"

She quirked a thin curve of eyebrow. "You don't actually think that your story is remotely believable, do you?"

The man feigned a deeply disappointed sigh. "Why do beautiful women always think praises and advances an honest man gives them with all of his heart as a lie?"

A stiff silence descended onto them as the leader of the Archangel stared coldly at her new captive. "Mardock, take him to your room and keep an eye on him," she ordered with a flat voice. "You may want to bind his legs too with those ropes we bring. We will decide what to do tomorrow."

Her dark-skinned subordinate nodded curtly and herded the blond man, who did not waste his chance for throwing her a full – although a little sour – grin across his shoulders, to the boys's room. Once the two men had disappeared behind the door to the other room, Tolle hastily turned to Ramius and said, "I'm sorry, Ramius-san, I don't mean to–"

"It's fine, Tolle," she quickly spoke up. "I think he already knew if he dared to eavesdrop. But this also means that we have a captive to watch for the rest of our journey."

"We can help Mardock-san to keep watch of him," Tolle suggested eagerly.

"No," Murrue set him a pair of stern eyes. "None of you is a member of Archangel as yet of now. The responsible is Mardock's and none of you should try to help him."

The boy was ready to raise another argument, but Milli, sensing this brewing trouble, put a hand on his shoulder and asked before Tolle could utter another word, "Are you planning to take him to headquarter, Ramius-san?"

"Well, I have to admit that is the most reasonable thing to do. While my name is rather well-known among the Alliance Guard, my face is not. I can't risk an exposure now."

"The soldiers we left at your home!" Ssigh suddenly exclaimed, a look of utter horror residing on his face. "We completely forgot about them! They knew your face, didn't they?"

"No, my Rerum makes certain that such things will not happen, but let's not discuss such things for now," she decided and ushered all the teenagers toward the door. "Why don't you have something to eat at the tavern? It's getting late and we ought to go to bed soon so we can leave at the first daybreak tomorrow. Oh, and Kira?" she turned to the boy with a small smile. "Thank you for your help earlier."

"It's nothing, Ma'am," he nodded courteously, but instead of leaving afterwards, he remained standing at the threshold with a troubled look and spoke up again when Ramius was about to ask. "There is something I think I must tell you, Ram– I mean, Rousia-san." He paused, glancing toward the closed door across the hall before continuing, "That man from earlier, I believe he could get away from me if he wanted to. He was strong enough to do that and I happened to notice that there was something on his left arm. It looked like a Phidias if you ask me."

"Yes, I notice that too," Ramius replied with a sigh. "That alone is enough to convince me that he isn't an ordinary man. But you don't have to worry about him for now. Why don't you join your friends downstairs for dinner?"

"Won't you join us?" he asked before leaving. "I will bring up some food for Mardock-san later so if you want to eat here..."

"No, it's alright, I'll be down in a moment," she answered quickly. "Thanks, Kira."

The boy smiled at her and Ramius was forced to face a sharp realization which had just dawned on her. She stared at her door, listening to Kira's waning footsteps absentmindedly, and questioned herself with the degree of harshness she often displayed toward her irresponsible subordinates, how she could allow this to happen while it was herself who forbid anyone else to take this step.

That she had thought of Kira, a seventeen year-old boy, as a member of the Archangel.

- To be continued -

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Chapter 5: Another day in the life of Athrun Zala before just another war.

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Ssigh Argyle

Age: 18

Rank: None

Element: Wind

Origin: Heliopolis

Statistics:

-- Strength: 107 (excellent)

-- Defense: 93 (good)

-- Magic: 87 (good)

-- Magic Defense: 84 (good)

-- Agility: 82 (good)

-- Accuracy: 71 (average)

-- Stamina: 104 (excellent)