Chapter 4
Quatre
Present time
The Sandrick desert, what words could be used to describe it? Sandy, Plain, Flat, and did I already say Sandy? Vass stretches of sand covered the desert; few lakes or any source of water was scarce. Most of the people in the desert were nomads or apart of a traveling caravan. The few lakes and wells that were situated in the desert were surrounded buy bustling towns and marketplaces. Mud houses lined the streets and carts and various stalls were pushed against their walls. The mud houses aside from the fact that they were mud were actually very nice. Smooth walls with windows and shelves carved out in them and floors that were either wood or the same packed down mud as the walls.
Very few of the houses were made from anything but mud, but the few that were mad from brick or marble were very small. Since having brick homes and even more marble meant that you were extremely rich and had a high social status, most people could barley afford a small brick shack let alone a average sized house. The exception was the Winner family. Thirteen thousand square feet per floor house, factoring in that the house had three floors, marble walls and chandeliers hanging from eight foot ceilings said a lot about how rich the winners were.
Now when most people looked at the Winners estate they saw a mansion surrounded buy gardens that were always being watered and maintained, a driveway lined with lush blossoming trees on either side. Most also thought Mr. Winner and his wife were rich stuck up snobs who only bought a house to show it off and never used half of the rooms in it. But all the people that lived in that part of the desert new the truth about the Winners. All the space in the mansion except for the four guest rooms were used. With all the servants and the Winners children the mansion was quite crowded at times. The Winners had Twenty-nine daughters and one son.
Quatre Raberba Winner was the only son and the youngest of the thirty children. Quatre was the third warrior and like Wufei and Trowa he also had a special gift. But unlike the other two who could easily control their powers after only a year or so of training. Quarts powers would start and stop without him doing anything. Quatre was an extremely powerful empathic. He could feel people's emotions, but also when someone would touch his hand, or have any direct contact with his skin, he would get brief visions of the past of future of that person. And rarely he would have dreams about people he didn't even know, and what their past or futures are.
When Quatre was younger he wasn't able to go around anyone who was extremely sad or angry because the overload of emotions would cause him physical pain. After years of working with his master Yadher, Quatre began to build up his mental walls so he could block these emotions and visions out so he could access them only when he wanted to. The only time Quatre now (at the age of 15) had a problem with was when he was forced to go to the slave markets. The pain of all the slaves and their feelings of despair and sadness would overwhelm him and he would usually faint.
At the age of six Quatre got his powers and after nine years of training, he had finally gotten everything under control. The only thing now that could ever through him off was if their was someone around that couldn't keep their emotions under control, or they were so repressed and painful, and had such a horrible life and they never told anyone. No one really realized how much better you could feel if it wasn't bottled up inside. Usually if someone had such a bad life he could hand it, but he couldn't if skin touched. But Quatre didn't worry about that he had never met someone with such a horrific past, and never would.
If you met Quatre you would understand why he was gifted with his certain power, he was naturally caring and had such a sweet nature that he was often called an angel. Platinum blond hair and blue eyes helped his nickname and the fact that Quatre barely ever fought unless absolutely had to. Its not that he could not fight, it was the fact that Quatre would rather sort out the problem then resort to killing.
Quatre was currently sitting in the living room of his mansion, half reading his book and half listening to his sister's talk about another one of the eligible bachelors in the town and the best ways to seduce him. Quatre started to block out the conversation when he felt someone that had a very worried feeling radiating off them as they ran onto the mansion grounds. Quatre's sisters were oblivious to this and didn't even notice when one of the servants, that served Quatre's master came running into the room unannounced.
"Quatre I'm glad you're here" Kgbga said slightly panting and leaning forwards.
"What is wrong? Did something happen?"
"Yes it's you master, he's been…" Kgbga's sentence was cut off. Quatre's worry grew when he saw Kgbga's eyes roll into the back of his head and limply fall forwards. Quatre quickly grabbed him before his head could hit the hard tile floor.
"Kgbga, Kgbga! What's wrong are you alright…?" Quatre's sentenced stopped as he saw a small speck of red on the back of Kgbga's crisp white shirt.
"What the?..." Quatre pulled out a small black round and hollow tube from the spot and quickly brought it to his nose. A pungent sent of mint and Clerve filled his nose. It dawned on him then. Kgbga had been shot with a Clemins dart, unnoticeable once shot with but after ten minutes of it circulating in the blood stream it kills you suddenly. Someone must have shot Kgbga when he was running to tell him about his master.
Quatre quickly passed the body over to a wondering servant and ran out of the mansion, ignoring the yells for him to come back. 'How could this have happened? There hasn't even been an attack on the town! I just don't understand, why would someone want to kill my master, were they after the pendant?'
. Flashback .
"Master what's this?" a nine year old Quatre asked his master after he'd been looking through his draws and closet, as Yadher cleaned a wound he had gotten from a previous training session.
"That" Yadher said taking the pure white pendant hanging from Quatre's finger on a sliver chain "Is one of the four pendants that controls the perfect warrior"
"Really master?" Quatre's blue eyes widened
"Yes Quatre really, and one day you'll get to have it." He said affectionately, after ruffling the little boys blond hair.
"When master, when can I have it?" Quatre said his eyes never leaving the pendant in Yadher's hand.
Yadher smile, he was such a curious and impatient child; he would have to work on that latter.
"When you're old enough you can have it, or when I'm gone from this world I will leave it for you."
Quatre's eyes fell "If I don't take the pendant does that me you'll be able to stay forever?"
Yadher let a small chuckle escape before answering "Quatre the world doesn't work that way, how about this, when I die I'll leave you this pendant, sort of like a consultation."
"If that the case, then I hope I never get the pendant" Quatre yelled as he launched himself and clung to Yadher's leg.
. End Flashback .
Quatre ran up to Yadher's house, the living room was torn apart, tables and chairs were reduced to rubble and their were small streaks of blood on the floor on leading to the door he had just walked through. A large puddle against the wall with a large dent above it, that looked like someone's head was slammed in.
Quatre couldn't find Yadher's or his body. But that didn't mean that he wasn't dead, in the desert most killers and thief's would put the body in the desert or sell it as meat. Cannibalism was popular in these parts.
Quatre slowly walked through the room, nothing was stolen and their looked to be a fight. So who would do this? Did the enemies some how sneak in to the town unnoticed? Maybe Yadhak wasn't killed! Maybe… Quatre's hopes were shattered when he saw the snow white pendant now blood red underneath a low table. NO he cried, sinking to his knees Quatre held the pendant in his hands. Tears threatening to fall. No, it couldn't be true, yet Quatre knew that it was, and his crystal tears washed away the blood and turned the pendant white once more