A joyous celebration had befallen
the people within the
palace in Sanq. The kingdom’s protectors, men
told only of as legend in their kingdom’s past
where now re-united once again to protect the lands
from eternal darkness. Many praised the young men
of the present, and the Empress for her swift action
in searching for them. It was a time for smiles, for
at least this day. By mid-afternoon Heero assembled
the other four mages within the confine of the inside
courtyard of the palace. He calmly had instructed
them to call forth their Gundams. Touching the gems
they wore as Heero had explained before, the Mages
went through miraculous transformations as their wings
emerged from their backs.
Once they where dismissed the
collective of five mages quietly retired outside.
In doing so they each called forth their God Protectors
- Death Scythe, Heavy Arms, Sandrock and Shenlong.
As they did the young men once again stood there in
awe at the giants before them. Though they had seen
them at the time of their ascensions, this time had
been different. Not worrying on whether or not they
would be accepted, each new mage say just how large
and powerful these God Protectors truly had been.
In the middle of staring in awe at these beings their
attentions where swiftly pulled away as Heero cleared
“You will each need to
learn to work with your God Protectors.” Heero
told them with a serious calm to his voice. Making
sure that all of them had been paying attention he
then began explaining why both mage and the protector
needed to react as one person.
Understanding and not questioning
the importance of such a request the young men took
flight to their respective protectors. Heero still
on the ground looked up as the four Gundams took off
to the sky and he let a smile escape his lips. Inwardly
he knew that it would soon be time to reclaim his
Gundam. So lost in preparation for that time, he barely
noticed the movement just off to his side. When he
had realized that he was no longer alone, Heero found
Empress Relena standing beside him gazing up into
the sky watching the others.
She spoke with a touch of awe in her voice; lightly
reaching up she gently shielded her eyes from the
sun before looking towards the blood mage‘s
face. “When will you go after yours?”
Heero continued to look skyward
not wishing to make direct eye contact with the ruler
of the kingdoms as he answered, “Soon. Very
* * *
After a full day of training,
the mages enjoyed a well-earned dinner and the thought
of sleeping upon comfortable beds for the night. Though
most of the mages found themselves fast asleep, Trowa
found himself oddly enough to be wide-awake and unable
to sleep. Carefully sitting up then quietly stepping
from the bed he wandered into the adjacent room to
change. He only did so in order to make sure he didn’t
awaken his bedroom guest who snuck in hours ago. Pulling
out his old clothes from a chest, he changed and slipped
out of the bedroom and onto the Palace grounds like
a wraith. The young man stood in the shadow of the
castle wall, watching and listening to the night.
He paused in his movements the moment he noticed the
night watchmen were making their rounds about the
One guard passed Trowa by only
a few feet and yet did not see him. Once he was sure
that the guards were out of sight, the Water Mage
concentrated and called forth his wings. Looking back
over his shoulder, he could see Quatre still resting
peacefully upon the bed. Watching the angelic figure
resting so caused Trowa smiled before he flew off
into the night sky.
The night was quiet, peaceful
and that’s what mattered to Trowa as he continued
to test the strength of his new wings. Far below he
could see the torches that burnt brightly on the streets
of many villages and small townships that he was now
sworn to protect. Though within his own heart he felt
disconnected from those people below. Here alone and
away from others, the young man felt at ease almost
at home. When unable to rest, Trowa would sneak out
of the Palace and spend a few hours alone. Though
always waiting for him patiently to return would be
Quatre. Ever so worried about everything he did, but
never asking too many questions as to his location.
Though Trowa was capable of protecting himself, the
smaller Wind Mage had taken it upon himself to look
after him. To Water Mage it had been Quatre that he
found himself being able to trust in. The first person
he could rely upon since his master in such a long
Trowa shook his head from those
thoughts and landed by the stream’s side to
take in a drink of water. The water was fresh and
cool to the taste, quenching the man’s animal
like thirst. As he bent forward for a second swallow,
he froze like anyone would when something was nearby.
He sensed that he was not alone at the water’s
edge and any sudden action on his part could be dangerous.
Slowly he brought his hands down away from his mouth
and looked around without moving his head. He was
being watched but wasn’t sure from where. Then
he saw movement in the dim moonlight, slender forms
with glowing eyes that peered at him with tactical
hunters poise. Trowa waited and watched as a pack
of wolves slowly approached the water’s edge
from a small grove of trees. The leader kept its head
low and eyes focused on the stranger that would dare
cross the pack’s territory.
I mean no harm. I only
wish to have a drink. Trowa silently communicated
not wishing to frighten them. He knew the wolves where
only trying to protect their own and he vowed never
to harm an animal.
The wolf raised its head in
surprise and brought its ears forward in response
with curiosity. Human, are you?
And you speak our language.
The pack leader narrowed its eyes and spied Trowa
carefully, paying close attention to the wings on
the man’s back.
And you have wings.
Not by my choice. I am
paired with a God Protector.
Then you have been chosen
to protect our world.
The winds speak of an evil
that comes before dawn.
The wolf slowly bowed his head
into a nod. They strike this night. You must stop
them. The beautiful beasts words made Trowa feel
his stomach knot with dread.
A fishing village not far
from this stream is where you should look.
Trowa stood tall as if trying
to see the village from his location, his wings opened
to their fullest. Thank you for this disturbing
news. I will take care of it.
We then, wish you luck...
* * *
Taking to the air, Trowa went
in search of the fishing village the wolf pack told
him of. It wasn’t long before the Water Mage
found it. Anyone would have noticed it from his vantage
point. Before his forest green eyes the vision of
the village was seen within billowing smoke and raging
fires. Even with the rage of the flames below, faint
voices of panic where able to reach Trowa’s
keen ears. And then he saw then, the hulking figures
that slowly worked their way through the fishing community,
hidden at first by the thick black clouds of smoke.
The Mage’s breath caught
in his throat as he witnessed the senseless violence,
created by these monsters. They walked like man and
had no face to show emotion, their bodies creaked
with every thudding step they took. True monsters
of a putrid green and black continued their assault
upon the defenseless. The water mage eyes went dull
from the horror he witnessed, his mind returned to
the last village he went to by request of the people’s
need for aid. He remembered the look of horror upon
their dead faces, the cries of the orphaned children
that cried for lost family and faithful pets. His
body shuddered and the screams finally snapped him
back to the present. Pushing aside his ever-growing
anxiety his wolf like eyes narrowed with anger. And
though he held much dislike for those who would harm
natures children, he headed toward the massacre before
him, for humans to where also children of this world.
Folding his wings back a bit,
he dove in close to the first creature he saw. The
monster stood maybe 50 feet in height. And upon closer
inspection he noticed that its body appeared to be
made out of metal. The familiarity of this being before
him, struck the mage as he realized just how similar
to those of the God Protectors these monsters had
been. But there was one difference between the Protectors
and these creatures, for they radiated a most foul
Concentrating his thoughts
and feelings, Trowa’s hand glowed an intense
blue, seconds before releasing a wave of water and
ice toward his target. His attack came as a surprise,
pushing the monster back and into another, toppling
them over in a domino fashion. The mage turned and
rose higher into the air. His lungs burned as he breathed
in the smoke that continued to fill the air. But he
pushed past that feeling seeing as how he was able
to deliver a powerful blow to these monsters.
Though filled with an excited
sensation of his temporary victory, his good feelings
where cut short by the sounds that reached his ears.
Beneath him, people continued to scream and run like
frightened rabbits as the creatures began to rise
again. Trying to escape the horror the descended on
their village like locusts it would seem that escape
was almost impossible.
* * *
Quatre tossed uneasy in bed
as he kicked the light sheet off of him. Something
is wrong. His subconscious told him so; it raised
within him a sense of knowing and of fear. Trowa…
what is it? What has happened to you? The restlessness
pushed on as he lightly began to break in sweat. The
man rolled onto his side instinctively reaching for
Trowa’s warmth only to discover he was alone
The young man sat up quickly
and looked around the room in a panic, softly calling
out the water mages name. When there was no answer,
he tried again as he carefully rose from the bed this
time only louder. The moment he reached the front
room, Quatre knew the feelings he felt were from Trowa
himself. Somewhere he was in danger and far from the
safety of Quatre’s watchful eye.
But where are you?
Quatre thought as he quickly dressed into the clothes
he left in the other room for this sort of occasion.
He had to let the others know as soon as he could,
and as he felt more of Trowa’s pain he knew
it had to be now.
* * *
Trowa slowly got up from where
he rolled out of the way to protect a small child
from the monsters attack. Quickly hurrying the child
along to rejoin her parents and fleeing villagers,
he took to the air to fight the Demon, but mostly
to draw its attention from the scrambling villagers
that ran for cover. Trowa’s hands continued
to glow an intense shade of blue as the vision of
this creature continued to enrage him.
One of the Demons fired an
attack, its hands glowing red, hitting the building
directly beneath Trowa, and shattering it as if it
had been fragile glass. Taken off guard by the force
from the punch the young man was unable to pull away
thus being caught within the blast of debris. The
Water Mage cursed himself not expecting such an attack.
The wood and mortar pummeled him, carrying him away
with the explosion.
Trowa shook his head and he
slowly sat up feeling his entire body howl at him
in pain. His back ached and he rubbed the side of
his head where a piece of mortar had hit him. His
wings were spread wide as he tried to stand as if
helping the slightly dizzy mage balance himself.
try to move.” Trowa heard a woman‘s voice
say to him. His eyes focused slowly trying to wash
out the dizziness he still felt. In the light of the
moon that hovered above them, a young woman stood
over him. Her face hidden by heavy shadows that came
formed from the hood of the cloak she wore.
“And you shouldn’t
be here. You should be escaping with the others.”
Trowa replied back, as he stood shakily with weak
knees. He wobbled a bit like a newborn foal but worked
on steadying himself as continued to push back the
feeling of nausea.
“As should you!”
The woman snapped back as she reached down and grabbed
the man’s arm. In the darkness, she did not
realize that he had wings. As she pulled him up to
help remove him from the dangerous area, his wings
opened wide behind him, startling her, “Wha-what
“A Protector of this
Kingdom.” Trowa said softly trying to calm,
as he drew his hand across his forehead, brushing
aside the blood that fell into his eye. “Now
get out of here! I will not tell you again girl!”
Trowa ordered as he gently pushed the woman aside
and took to the air.
One of the Demon Dolls noticed
the mage take flight and took a swipe at the winged
mage barely missing him with its clawed hand. Trowa
looked back quickly to see the cloaked woman running
from the battlefield and was thankful she was able
to escape. Turning his attention back towards the
demons he narrowed his eyes and focused on what he
would do next.
Trowa slapped his hand to his chest as if muttering
a quick prayer. That same hand reached over to touch
the green gem around his upper right arm. “Heavy
Arms come forth and protect this land!” He yelled
to be sure his voice would have been heard over the
noise of the demon dolls attacks. The red and white
figure of the Heavy Arms God Protector materialized
before Trowa in a bright flash of light, which flooded
over the village for a brief second.
When the light faded away,
Trowa found himself within the chest cavity of the
God Protector. He felt oddly at home within the large
figure as though he had always been one with it. Now
sitting within the God Protector, the young water
mage felt as though Heavy Arms was an extension of
himself. Images flashed about him as he looked around
trying to see where his opponents were. It realized
that as he turned to look Heavy arms did and in doing
so he could see where his enemies had been standing.
Another image flashed quickly
in front of him as two of the hulking demons rushed
forward to dispatch this new intruder on their acts
of destruction. ‘I guess this is where all my
training finally comes in…’ Trowa thought
to himself as he prepared to meet his attackers head
* * *
“Quatre… calm yourself.”
Heero advised calmly trying to understand the frantic
words of the upset Wind Mage, “Trowa will be
“No, something is wrong.
He’s hurt. I can feel it. We have to look for
“What’s all the
yelling about?” Duo yawned as he staggered from
his room. His hair was loosely bound and the fire
that burned brightly at the end of his tangled mass,
lit up the hall. He wore loose fitting pants that
where barely staying up at his hips and no shirt as
he slowly shuffled his way towards pair. “It’s
too early for whatever it is.”
Heero responded as he continued trying to calm Quatre.
cut in from behind having now only arrived at the
source of the disturbance.
Quatre exclaimed suddenly, grabbing onto Heero’s
arms tightly becoming even more frantic then before.
“I can’t sense him anymore!”
Heero clenched his jaw tight
then looked back at the others, “Get ready as
quickly as you can… we need to go find the water
mage as soon as possible.”
Hearing the alarm in Quatre’s
voice, Duo simply nodded and hurried to go get dressed.
Wufei didn’t hesitate either as he ran back
towards his room. Wherever the Water Mage had found
himself, they knew that they had to find him quickly
for Quatre’s peace of mind.
* * *
It was just after dawn when
Zechs staggered into the Great Hall of his Lord. His
left hand holding his right side tightly as if doing
so would make his own footsteps more bearable to take.
His mind replayed the events that transpired earlier
that night. The unexpected fight with the sudden appearance
of a God Protector was unforeseen. It was much more
powerful than he had thought; his first mistake of
that night was underestimating its strength. Because
of that grave error, his Demon Doll was brutally destroyed
nearly taking his life along with it.
Treize stood abruptly from
his work as his young charge approached him looking
quite haggard. His eyes slightly widen with worry
over how his son would come to him this damaged. Though
that small flicker of worry faded from his face as
he regained composure over himself and spoke.
“Zechs, what has happened?”
“I did as you asked,
but there was another waiting for me there.”
He answered after a quick and painful bow towards
his lord, his voice quite tight as if to hide how
much pain he actually had felt. “I can only
guess it was one of the Empress’ God Protectors.
It was incredibly strong and destroyed our Demon Dolls
like a heated knife through butter.” Zechs looked
away from Treize ashamed at his own failures, “I
have failed you, My Lord. I except what ever punishments
you might have for me…”
The older demon’s eyes
narrowed hearing the name of the beings that nearly
took his charges life. Calmly stepping down from the
platform of his seat he made his way toward his charge.
It wasn’t until the demon nearly towered over
the young man, that Treize noticed Zechs composer.
“My Son, it is alright, you did not fail Me.”
he spoke then carefully cupped his hand under the
younger man’s chin to force the blonde man to
look upon him. Raising his free hand he summoned his
servants to his side to take his son back to his chambers
and turned to return to his throne.
The look in the demons eyes
grew dark as if he thought back to a time long ago.
One that he remembered very clearly for it was the
day that would change the fate of all human kind.
The presence of the God protectors troubled him but
only slightly. This slight change in plans was nothing
compared to what his true intentions had been. And
he remembered that night as if it had happened merely
“Treize, what is
that suppose to be?”
“Why Mistress Une our
son. Don’t you recognize him?” Treize
smirked at the woman who lay across his throne with
such cat like grace.
Une looked at Treize mildly
peeved then turned her attention to the platinum haired
toddler behind him. Her slender eyes narrowed even
tighter as she studied the features of the child.
Her eyes lit up with a slight excitement as she realized
where she had seen eyes like those before.
“Is that… it can’t
be! 'Princess Relena Peacecraft's descendant, Milliardo'.”
Mistress Une smiled back at her companion with a look
of interest upon her features. If they had the princess‘s
descendant, her dark heart raced to hear what delightfully
evil ambitions her lover had formed. “My love,
what do you hope to gain from this?”
“A kingdom, my darling.
Milliardo’s eyelids fluttered
open and found himself looking up at the ceiling of
his room. He let out an exhausted sigh and closed
his eyes once more as if to regain strength from more
rest. Though he did not understand why he felt so
tired, he could feel his need to rise. Sitting up
slowly in bed, he brought his hands up to either side
of his head once the throbbing began. It ached as
though he had been on one of his and Duo’s infamous
drinking games… and he was the one who lost.
The young man closed his eyes and tried to remember
what he had done to put himself in such as a state
“Why can’t I remember?”
He said softly to himself, as he ran his fingers through
his long hair platinum tinted hair. His ice-blue eyes
narrowed slightly to shield out the light and groaned
to the empty room, “No more drinking games with
Duo.” As he spoke his declaration something
in the back of his own mind told him that this wouldn’t
last long. He allowed his body to sink back into the
pillows behind him as he thought of his situation.
Hearing a gentle creaking sound,
the young man looked over as the bedroom door opened
slowly and a young, petite woman with short dark hair
quietly made her way inside. A blanket was draped
over her arm as if she had entered with the sole purpose
of seeing to his comfort and the cleaning of the room.
Unaware that the young Lord was awake, she went about
her duties after carefully draped the blanket over
one of the chairs. He watched in silence as she cleaned
and straighten up the room. After a few moments, Milliardo
“Hello Noin.” He
addressed her still sounding somewhat groggy and in
“My Lord, I did not expect
you to be here.” The woman said with a hint
of surprise and deep concern in her voice. She turned
towards him and bowed before going over to his side
to see what she could do to make him feel better.
* * *
A few days later from the attack
on the last village, and after much needed rest Trowa
found that day to be a visitor at the Palace for him.
Much to his surprise it was the young woman who he
had met at the fishing village. Though the Mage at
the time had encountered the Demon Dolls and defeated
them with some difficulty, he still remembered the
young woman that tried to help him. Catherine was
brought out to the Empress’ private garden where
the Mages were quietly talking.
Trowa in his own way, politely
introduced her to the others and invited her to sit
with them. She did after delicately bowing towards
the other protectors of the Kingdom and felt a slight
bit more relaxed as they welcomed her.
As the two spoke of the events
in the village, a wolf appeared behind Trowa, though
it remained some 30 feet away. Catherine glanced up
and spied the animal before the rest of the mages
that remained seated. Before anyone knew what happened
or could re-act to it, she launched a single knife
at the creature with great accuracy. What seemed more
amazing to the rest of the mages was the quickness
that Trowa showed when he caught the hurled projectile
as it passed him. With out missing a single beat,
he flung it back toward the young woman, who also
caught it just as easy.
All this was done in the blink
of an eye. It bewildered Duo who couldn’t possibly
keep up with the actions between the two. As for Quatre
he could feel the movements in the air with his magics
though had not reacted fast enough to actually witness
the transaction. Wufei and Heero, had been able to
follow her movements and Trowa’s but re-acted
a bit slower then expected.
“What is the meaning
of this?” Catherine questioned in a slight panic,
as she readied the knife once again to attack the
wolf that calmly watched them from afar.
“I will not let you harm
my brothers.” Trowa’s eyes suddenly became
quite serious as he barely made any action to move.
His eyes becoming more wolf-like as he stared at Catherine
seeing that she wouldn‘t back down from her
Quatre could feel the emotions
as they emitted from the Water Mage and shivered slightly.
“Oh dear.” Trowa, please don’t
“If it wasn’t for
this wolf and his pack, you’re village would
have been completely destroyed!” He yelled,
taking a defensive stance towards the young woman
who had tried to help him.
“They are disgusting
animals!” she snapped in retort towards the
“They have done nothing
“That is where you are
wrong!” She snapped once again taking offence
by his words. “Wolves like those…”
she paused and slightly shook in anger before speaking
again, “They killed my brother!”
“What?” Wufei spoke
surprised by her words. He for one could not see wolves
or any being of nature attacking humans without some
Duo far too curiously for his own good.
Heero said nothing and continued
to watch the show down between the Water Mage and
the young woman. He knew little of the Water Mages
past other then the small bits of information Quatre
was able to tell him when asked. The Wind Mage often
replied that it wasn’t his place to speak about
Trowa’s past. Heero understood this and for
the time being left well enough alone. But now it
would seem that could possibly change.
It’s too much of
a coincidence. Thought Quatre as he looked between
“When I was a child,
my parents told me that wolves attacked and killed
my little brother Triton.” She spoke with a
deep sadness over the loss of her brother, “They
never found his body.”
Quatre looked closely at Trowa,
for some sort of reaction. What Catherine was saying
sounded all too familiar to him. Trowa’s
mother had left him to die in the forest, but it was
wolves that had saved him. Could these two people
actually be related? But before he could voice
his own thoughts it was Duo’s voice interrupted
that Quatre’s thoughts.
“You two sure you’re
not related?” Duo joked, breaking the tension
between the feuding pair. Those around him ignored
his comment even if certain individuals took the matter
“Trowa,” was all
Heero needed to say as he signaled with a tilt of
his head, for the Water Mage to leave and take the
wolf with him. Cursing beneath his breath at the disruption,
Trowa signaled to the wolf and the pair disappeared
back into the forest.
“Where are you going?!”
Catherine called out after the lanky man as she noticed
he was leaving.
“My Lady, please come
with me.” Quatre said quickly, catching the
young woman’s arm before she could chase after
“Release me!” The
young woman ordered, as she slipped free of Quatre’s
grasp. “I am not done talking to him!”
Catherine’s eyes flashed with anger and took
on a similar look that Quatre had seen before in Trowa’s
“Yes, you are.”
Grabbing the arm again, the gentle Wind Mage forcibly
pulled her in the opposite direction. “And you
will come with me.”
Caught in the middle of some
strange reaction, Heero and Wufei followed after Trowa,
while Duo kept safe distance from the arguing Catherine
Using her free hand Catherine
dealt Quatre a strong slap to the face, snapping his
head sharply to one side. Duo cringed at the sound
flesh meeting flesh and still remained at a safe distance
seeing that Quatre had things under control.
“I will forgive you just
once for that, for his sake.” Duo heard
his friend say as he continued to pull the struggling
young woman back toward the palace. Glancing back,
toward the other three Mages, Duo watched as Heero
and Wufei attempted to calm Trowa down.
“What is with all of
you? You Mages are all crazy!” Catherine continued
fighting Quatre, trying to pull free but the delicate
looking Mage held fast. Stopping his target, the empress’s
Wind Mage swung Catherine around and plopped her down
on a marble bench.
“Now you just sit there
and listen to me!” Quatre’s voice took
on a serious tone. “His life has been just as
hard as yours. And if you had given him half the chance
to explain himself about those animals, you might
come to see, that he may just be that little brother
you thought dead.” Quatre seemed to growl uncharacteristically
at the young woman. The Wind Mage’s soft blue
eyes grew quite intense as he looked down at the startled
woman. He had caught her off guard with his words.
Duo started to say still trying to grasp the situation
fully, “…What are you saying?”
Not turning around to look
at Duo and only keeping his eyes on the young woman,
Quatre continued to speak. “I’m saying,
in the short time I’ve known Trowa, I know everything
about his short and miserable life up until now.”
Duo came around and sat down beside Catherine listening
closely and also to make sure she didn‘t run.
Quatre looked as though he might break down and cry.
The Fire Mage noticed how his friend’s hands
were shaking and took this matter with more seriousness.
“Your story of how you lost your little brother
sounds too familiar for me not to say anything.”
“What are you talking
about?” Catherine was becoming the evermore
impatient as if the Wind Mages words had no effect
on her. Her eyes where still blind to this as she
was dead set on terminating those wolves.
“I’m saying that
what he told me about when he was two, his mother
left him to die in the woods… tied him to a
tree… and left him alone…”
Duo hadn’t known this
of the Water Mage and cautiously looked over. He felt
horrible somehow for knowing this and inwardly wondered
what he could do to help his friend.
Quatre was breathing hard now
out of frustration towards the young woman. He was
working himself up and he needed to calm down before
he lashed out to hurt her. “I care for him very
much and I will not let you or anyone else hurt him
the way he has been in life.”
“So you’re saying,
he is my brother Triton?”
“I can’t be sure.”
Quatre finally said more calmly seeing that she was
listening somewhat. “But there are coincidences
that should be looked into.”
Catherine stood up and moved
away from the mages, “I… need time to
think about this… but… he can‘t
be my brother… my brother is dead…”
The Empress buried her face
in her arms leaning forward to rest on her ornate
desktop. Her shoulders shook with the effort to control
the bitter tears that now flowed freely down her face.
The passing days weight heavily upon her soul and
her memories. She wished she could forget it all and
pray for her people to be at peace once again. Tears
slid down the sides of her face and collected on a
small stain that now appeared on her paperwork.
Over the last week fourteen
towns had now been attacked, and less than a handful
of people had survived from all of them. The tears
came harder as she thought of the few refuges that
had been brought back to the castle. Each group more
ragged and filled with their own personal despair
as they entered her home. Her mind went back to the
incident with the wounded child that had been crying
piteously for his mother not realizing that the hand
he had refused to let go of was no longer attached
to her. Relena had taken the time to cradled the child
in her arms until he slipped into a sleep that he
never woke from. It nearly broke her heart to hold
the dead child in her arms that day.
Heero stepped silently from
the shadowed area of her balcony and moved toward
the distraught regent. All he was able to do those
past few days was watch her from a distance as the
cared for others and not her own well being. Now she
wasn’t surrounded by advisors and other high
courted officials. “My Lady… you are unwell…”
His voice was barely more than a whisper as he carefully
came close, but Relena still jumped up turning towards
the sound of his voice, eyes wide with surprise.
“How did you get in here!?,”
she hastily demanded trying to dash the unrelenting
tears from her eyes. She vowed never to let anyone
see her in such a state after the second group of
villagers came to her home. As Empress she needed
to be a pillar of strength for them and help guide
them through these dark times. Her attempts failed
since inwardly she was glad for his company and felt
relieved that it was him. Her voice cracked as she
spoke and her body slightly trembled as she continued
to speak, “What are you doing in my private
quarters… I said I wanted to be alone…”
Heero’s eyes never wavered
from hers as he watched them fill and overflow with
moisture again. Quickly her hand came to her face
to brush the water away once more, though all of this
was in vain as the water continued to form. The young
Empress struggled against the tears as if trying to
stop something more from escaping. Her face flush
from being upset that she hadn’t noticed the
extra hand that reached up to help dry her tears.
“You needed me. I heard
you calling, so I came.” he spoke calmly not
wanting to upset her anymore then she already was.
Calmly he helped her dry her tears even though her
hands tried to brush his aside.
Frustrated with herself for
not regaining her composure in front of him, Relena
stood up sharply and turned away from her silent protector.
“I did not call you… and… and I
don’t need anyone!” Even if it did sound
immature for her, it was all she could muster in her
flustered state of mind. The stress over the last
few days had really strained herself as she pushed
harder with each appearance to her people that she
Before she had time to even
think of a reaction Relena found herself enfolded
in Heero’s strong arms. His voice came inches
from her ear and felt soothing to her weary spirit.
“Even I know that to be untrue… no one
can exist alone. Not even me.”
The normally strong Empress
broke down in the Mage’s arms and turned in
his hold to cling to him tightly sobs wracking her
slender form. She cried for the pain of loss and confusion
she felt. The young woman cried more then she had
earlier because she could not cry in front of them
it would show her weakness. Something as Empress she
could not afford to allow the people in her charge
Heero held the Empress close,
remaining a silent pillar of strength for her support.
Lightly he closed his eyes and remembered doing so
for his Princess. He knew this wasn’t her, she
could never be his princess, but in the memory of
his beloved he would comfort her descendant in the
“Do, do you know…
“ She choked out as the memories washed over
her like the relentless tears that stained her cheeks.
Outside of the Empress’s
office chambers another small group of battered villagers
awaited her presence. They where not more than 15
in total, stood in the Empress’ great hall where
they had been brought to by the palace guards not
too long ago. Hushed whispers and muffled sobs echoed
loudly from the gathered as they tried to understand
what was happening in this once peaceful Kingdom.
They where tired from their journey and hoped for
shelter and rest. Some where already being attended
to by the palace doctors, who bandaged anyone that
Eventually a heavy rapping
came upon the Empress‘ study door that caused
the Blood Mage to look up in slight annoyance. “Empress!
Empress Relena! You are expected. Are you all right?”
The attendant asked, still hearing the sounds of crying
coming from behind the sturdy oak door.
Slowly the young attendant
reached out to open the door, when un-expectantly
it swung open in a blur and the Blood Mage silently
stood before the startled man. His eyes sharp as if
wondering if this appearance was that important that
the Empress had to be disturbed right away.
“Empress? My Lord, I
didn’t… “ The attendant suddenly
found himself at a loss for words under the cold hard
stare of the young man before him. The young man stammered
as anyone would under such a gaze and could not speak
anymore and he slowly pointed towards the direction
of the audience chamber.
“Her Ladyship will be
down shortly.” Heero’s deadpan express
and cold steel eyes took continued to take the man
by surprise. Just past Heero stood Relena composing
herself with her back turned towards the door. She
brushed away the last of her tears and told herself
softly that now was not the time for tears no matter
how much she really wanted to cry.
The man said, bowing quickly and disappeared down
the hall to pass the message onto the others.
“My Lady, we must go.”
Heero told her softly, holding his hand out to her
. “Your subjects await you.”
Relena nodded her head and
the sad young woman, who moments ago wept out of cared
for her people, suddenly grew strong and focused once
again. Renewed in her duty to protect the people of
her kingdom she felt ready to face them once more.
With tears gone and her face returned to it‘s
normal skin tone, she approached the young taking
his extended hand. “Thank you… for being
here when I didn’t realize that I needed it…”
she confessed before he reached to open the door.
“It was an honor to assist