As instructed Quatre, Trowa, and
Wufei positioned themselves at three points around the Altar.
Duo stood next to the Altar itself. He looked it over and
found it covered in layers of dust. In the center of the
Altar was a burial urn decorated with archaic runes and
markings. This was the urn that held the remains of Heero
Yuy, who some 150 years earlier defeated an invading army
by himself. Thus saving the Kingdoms and causing them to
form the alliance and peaceful ways they held dear to them
today. The mages looked down and felt some regret in having
to do this but knew there was no other choice. The Kingdoms
needed all five mages and this was the only way to ensure
that would happen.
Quatre carefully kneeled at the top
of the triangle as instructed by the Priest J. Calming his
mind, he listened to the steady flow of breath that escaped
and was recaptured through his lips. Words rolled off his
tongue with no previous thought as to what they were. In
this way did his spell begin in the revival of the fallen
From the dustless plains of emptiness...
I call forth a breeze...
As gentle as the Dawn's kiss...
He whispered the incantation beneath his breath, repeating
it over and over. The powers he commanded slowly grew around
him. An invisible force touched him and suddenly came to
life. A low moan echoed throughout the Shrine as if the
very earth was drawing breath. Quatre's clothing slowly
began to billow around him as an unnatural wind swirled
around him, threatening to lift the young man from the floor.
Touching his left hand to his chest and holding his right
hand in front of him. With his eyes closed he continued
his incantation. He raised his right hand toward the Heavens
and directed all his energies skyward.
Trowa stood rigid as he watched Quatre
call up the power of Wind. It was his turn now. Closing
his eyes, he held his arms out from his sides, his palms
raised to the Heavens. He voice was soft and trembled slightly
as the incantation flowed from his lips, mixing with Quatre's
Across the sea of knowledge
Where all thoughts dwell
I call upon the stream
As soft as a child's laughter
The water basins in the Shrine began
to gurgle, bubble and rise, overflowing and spilling to
the floor. He fought to keep his thoughts from turning too
serious, and remembered what Quatre had told him. If the
spell were cast wrong, the water would freeze and destroy
the four-part spell. The five basins suddenly turned into
roaring geysers reaching toward the roof of the Shrine.
The wind, which raged and raced around the domed ceiling,
welcomed the water that reached for it. The two elements
merged, becoming one with each other.
Wufei moved into place for he was
next. Following the example of the other two young Mages,
the lightning mage called upon Nataku to his side. She was
his inner power. His very lifeblood into the element he
controlled. Bringing his hands together to his chest in
prayer style he added his voice to Quatre and Trowa's. He
spoke the incantation quickly, gradually raising his voice
above the other two.
From the mountains of emotion
Where love and hate walk, hand in hand
I call down the spark
With the strength of a lion's roar
The air around Wufei began to crackle
with the power of Lightening. With eyes closed he called
upon Nataku once more to make her presence felt by all in
the room. The apparition of a dragon began to wrap itself
around Wufei's body. He focused the power and directed Nataku
to the center of the ceiling directly above the Altar. Nataku
reached out with clawed hands and pulled the wind and water
to itself. There was the sound of a thunderclap within the
Shrine as wind, water, and lightening fought for dominance
over the others. The Living Storm had been achieved.
Outside the triangle of Mages, Priest
J watched with keen interest as the three elements became
one. If the incantations worked, Heero Yuy's body would
return from the grave. Then all that would be left would
be to breathe the fire of life back into his body. The very
thought of the success of this spell caused the old priest's
lips to curl into a smile.
Quatre's voice continued to grow
stronger as it was now his moment to speak the remaining
incantation that completed the fourth part of the Living
From the mists of all eternity
Where all souls reside
I call upon the Tempest
Let the Spirit Gale arise!
As if they had been of one collective
whole, the three Mages opened their eyes and directed their
combined energies back down toward the Altar. With an incredible
burst of power, the Living Storm crashed down upon the burial
urn forcing access to the contents inside. Duo threw his
arms up to protect himself as the urn shattered and exploded
in front of him. He watched as the elements fought over
the remains of the once legendary hero. The urn had held
no more than a hand full of the dust and a few shreds of
burial wrappings. Now the Living Storm fought for every
grain of it. Duo turned away from the Altar and glanced
around the room quickly. Priest J was pressed back against
the Shrine wall by the force of the Living Storm. Quatre,
Trowa, and Wufei remained still and focused all their attention
on keeping the Living Storm under control. Their voices
grew stronger and louder. Duo returned his attention back
toward the Altar knowing that he was to perform his part
Slowly forming within the Storm was
a shape of the young man. The man's body was tossed about
on the currents of the incantation. Duo could only catch
glimpses of the man's face the storm turned him about swiftly.
Without warning the Living Storm suddenly stopped as if
frozen in time. The room was left in a haunting silence.
Suspended above the Altar was a body completely nude, save
for cloth wrappings that curled and twisted around the lifeless
arms as if they had been living entities.
This was Heero Yuy.
As if on its own power the body gently
lowered itself back onto the cold marble surface of the
Altar. There was a sudden flash of immense energy and the
Living Storm vanished, bathing the Shrine in white light.
Duo gave himself a moment to recover
from the brightness of the light that filled the room. Preparing
himself, he picked up the cloak that Priest J as handed
to him earlier. He opened it up and covered the still body.
It was bad enough that the incantation Duo was to cast required
him to kiss a man. But what bothered him most was that the
man he had to kiss was already 150 years dead and buried.
While he understood his part of the spell was crucial to
the ritual, he didn't understand why it had to be him who
completed the less than appealing task. He was certain that
Quatre or even Wufei would have had less argument against
Priest J and therefore would have made the entire ordeal
less of a struggle. Duo sighed in resignation, knowing that
now was not the time for his protests. He had even failed
in his attempts to run away before this moment had arrived.
Trapped into completing this important task the young man
inhaled slowly lightly parting his lips.
The tip of Duo's braided hair flared
a bit brighter as it began to swayed back and forth in time
to the tone of his voice as he began the first part of his
incantation spell. He closed his eyes and brought both of
his hands to his chest, covering his heart. The other Mages
in the room now silent watched as the Fire Mage's hands
suddenly burst into living flame.
From the depths of my soul...
Through layers of love, hate, joy, and sadness...
I call forth the Flame of Life....
There was seriousness to Duo's voice
now that the others hadn't heard before. As Duo reached
out for Heero's body, the bandages on Heero's arms writhed
as Duo's flame licked across them. Without warning, one
of the wrappings began to twine itself around Duo's right
arm. The Fire Mage jerked back involuntarily, trying to
free the trapped arm, when the living cloth touched him,
but the bandage wrapped itself around his arm and shoulder
in an iron-grip.
Duo's intense violet eyes opened as
he continued the spell. It was too late to turn back now.
If he were to stop now, the consequences could be disastrous
for all in the room. Disturbed by the living wrappings that
wound around him, he placed his right hand on Heero's cold,
dead chest. For the spirit to return, it would need a warm
My beating heart in your still
His left hand slid underneath the
back of the dead warrior's head and neck, forcing the throat
to open up its airway. Still chanting, Duo kept the fire
moving up and down the prone body, warming it but leaving
no marks. He was careful not to set the cloak on fire.
This was it, the final part of the
incantation. Duo bit his lower lip hard enough to make it
bleed, for blood was required for the final part of the
spell to work.
My rushing blood in your empty
My whispering breath on your cold lips...
Removing his hand from Heero's chest,
Duo moved it to Heero's face. Supporting the neck with one
hand, he opened Heero's mouth by gently pulling back his
chin with the other. Duo looked into the still face below
him. His features were quite sharp. He must have been an
attractive man in his time.
From my soul to yours...
I freely give my life's eternal flame...
Leaning forward Duo placed his lips
to Heero's. The spell was working. Heero's lips were warm
and soft beneath Duo's kiss. Duo felt his power increase
as it passed from within himself to Heero. He held the kiss
for a minute, letting it linger between them. Suddenly the
bandages leapt up releasing Duo's arm and began to wrap
themselves quickly around Duo's throat, shoulders and torso
holding him tight. The others gasped and watched in horror,
knowing that there was nothing they could do for the Fire
They watched him struggle to free
himself from the bandages that threatened to consume him.
Duo could feel their magic pull at his vital essence, draining
him beyond endurable levels. As his consciousness began
to waver, the wrappings finally released the Fire Mage and
Duo pushed himself away from the Altar and the now living
Duo staggered back from the Altar
as the last of his strength passed to Heero. He caught himself,
barely, and kept from falling over. The incantation was
much more powerful then the priest had let him on to believe.
The other three Mages came to Duo's aid, helping him to
stand a little straighter.
"Are you alright Duo?" Quatre
asked, quickly looking over Duo for any signs of injury.
"What the Hell was all that about?!"
Duo exclaimed weakly, throwing a sideward glance toward
Priest J. "Damn priest said nothing about living, wiggling,
"He sounds fine to me."
Wufei said to Quatre, growing weary of Duo's never ending
"What happened?" Trowa asked
calmly looking at the still babbling Fire Mage.
" Duo pointed
accusingly towards the alter, "
Evil! I tell you! They
." Duo suddenly stopped
and stared at where he had pointed then whispered in shock.
The three remaining mages all looked
at each other then back to the Altar. In that brief time,
Heero had opened his eyes and sat on the edge of the Altar,
pulling the cloak close around his body. He blinked slowly,
taking in his surrounding area carefully as if trying to
figure out where he could be. The only movement from him
was from his eyes as they scanned the room slowly - as if
searching for something. Heero then turned his attention
to the four Mages before of him. His sharp blue eyes stared
coldly at them each one could feel the chill from those
very eyes and Quatre shivered.
No one said a word as Heero, slowly
pushed himself off the Altar. But no sooner had his bare
feet touched the cold marble floor, his legs gave out and
he collapsed in a heap, laying still. Quatre hesitated for
a moment but stepped forward cautiously toward the newly
resurrected man. Kneeling beside him, Quatre gently gathered
Heero in his arms and helped him to sit up. Quatre held
his breath for all he felt from Heero was confusion and
the sense of wanting/longing.
"It's all right." The others
heard the Wind Mage say softly to the reborn man, "Don't
try to move." Quatre brought up a hand and lightly
caressed Heero's cheek as if to comfort him. The cloth wrapping
reached up and tentatively touched the Wind Mage's hand
then his arm as if trying to identify the new presence.
Quatre held a hand out for the wrappings to examine curiously
wanting to see what they would do. The living cloth snaked
around the extended hand, wrapping itself lightly around
Quatre's hand and lower arm. The Wind Mage watched with
fascination as the bandages wrapped and unwrapped themselves.
?" The voice
sounded harsh and disoriented.
"In your Shrine - you are Heero
Yuy - protector of the Sanc Kingdom."
* * *
It was agreed soon after the newly
reborn mage passed out once more that it was time he moved
from his crypt and into a warm bed to recover. They waited
for a short while making sure that the living bandages wouldn't
reach out and grab them as they did Duo earlier. By using
the cover of night for travel, the Mages stole back quietly
into the Palace with the man known as Heero Yuy. They kept
to the shadows only allowing those closest to the Empress
to know of their return.
It was merely a few hours later since
their arrival that the Palace, that the physicians had come
and gone leaving Heero alone in his room. The dark haired
man sat up in bed and looked about the room. He was redressed
in a loose sleeping tunic and pants but was told to have
much bed rest. As his dark eyes glanced around the room
he turned towards the fire as it burned brightly, illuminating
the cold room. Heero watched the flames warm light dance
against the cold walls and his heart ached slightly with
the feeling as if he had experienced such things before.
Reaching up to touch at his face with his own hand, he tried
to remember how things had come to be, bringing him back
to such a familiar place.
His thoughts became broken when there
came a soft knock to the bedroom chamber door. Heero watched
as a young man popped his head into the room and curiously
looked around to see if he had been awake. After a brief
period, the reborn mage realized that it was the same young
man who had spoken to him in the Shrine.
"You're still awake." The
young man spoke gently while smiling as he slowly entered
the room and closed the door behind him. "I'm glad."
"It's you again."
"Yes. You remember me?"
Quatre asked, pulling a chair up beside the bed and sitting
down before lightly placing his hands upon his own lap.
"Are you a doctor?"
Quatre smiled and shook his head
politely towards Heero, "No, I am a Mage like you.
My name is Quatre Raberba Winner."
"Winner? A relative to King
Winner of Azhedeha of the South?"
"He was my great-grandfather.
My father rules now and in time, so will I."
"What has happened to me?"
Heero asked, confusion began reigning in his dark eyes,
as they seemed to stare deep into Quatre's in search for
answers. "The doctors who came to examine me will tell
me nothing of what is going on." His face pleaded with
the fair-haired man as the questions continued to pour from
his lips. "Please what has happened to me? Why do I
have burial wrapping that won't come off and seem like living
snakes upon my arms?"
Quatre took a deep breath and snatched
the side of his head trying to focus on not being overwhelmed
by Heero's sudden burst of emotions. "I will do my
best to explain what has past. I can not guarantee I will
have all the answers you seek, but I will do my best to
* * *
"How is he?" The Empress
asked softly of Quatre as she peered into Heero's room.
She had arrived shortly after Quatre entered but politely
waited on the other side of the door. The moment the Wind
Mage had left the room her heart and hopes raised slightly
with the deep desire to hear good news.
"He's very disoriented."
The Wind Mage said, leaning back against the doorframe and
pulled the door close a bit more so Heero wouldn't see them.
"I've done what I can to help him. Your physician's
have checked him over and he's fine physically - I'm more
concerned with his mental state. He has asked many questions
for which I have done my best to answer."
"May I see him?" She seemed
most eager to meet the legendary hero. To know that this
man, was now alive and within the palace walls of the Sanq
Kingdom once again had given her great peace of mind. Relena
stood there looking at the door as her gentle blue eyes
shone with even greater hope that her inner wish could be
"I don't see why not. He's awake
now." Quatre told her as he took the Empress by the
hand and led her to Heero's bedside. Heero remained laying
in bed as they entered, his face turned away from the door.
Clearing his throat, the young wind mage spoke. "Heero,
there is someone who wishes to see you." The resurrected
man didn't move for he had not wished to see anyone. Quatre
noticed this then gently nudged the Empress towards the
seat that remained at the Earth Mages bedside.
"Heero." She found her
voice shaking as she said his name while delicately placing
her hand on the chair unsure if she should sit or not.
Relena had heard so much of Heero
Yuy from her Great-Grandmother - the original Relena Peacecraft
- but she never imagined that she would ever meet the man
who saved the Sanc Kingdom. She remembered how much Great-grandmamma
Relena loved the man. And even though she married another
after his death, her heart had always belonged to Heero
"Heero, my name is
She started to say towards the man, he slowly turned his
head toward the voice he seemed to remember. His eyes went
wide as he gazed upon the Empress's face while she looked
upon him. Heero's heart raced as his mind tried to comprehend
the how and why of her presence before him. But it couldn't
be her, not his
Thank the heavens you're safe. I was afraid that the Demon
Dolls might return. I... Please forgive me for leaving you."
Heero looked at Relena and then quickly dropped his gaze
in apology as if ashamed to just be graced by her presence.
Relena was caught off guard and stammered
to say something in response to his words. Quatre realized
that this was far more difficult for the reborn mage then
he first thought. Quickly he stepped forward and helped
the young Empress out seeing as how she could not find the
words to speak and clear up this mistaken identity.
"Heero, this is the Empress
Relena." Quatre stressed on the fact she was not the
princess. "She is the great granddaughter of Princess
"She sounds and looks so much
like her..." He said, turning his attention briefly
to the blond-haired man. His heart fell at the wind mages
words though his face had not changed expression to match
his inner feelings. "Empress please forgive me for
my error." His voice had started to become hoarse,
as if trying to hold back an onslaught of hurt emotions.
"I did not mean to offend you."
"No offence." She whispered
back gentle in hopes of easing his troubles.
"She wishes to talk to you,
so if you'll excuse me, I'll return later." Bowing
slightly to both Relena and Heero, Quatre took his leave.
He could sense that Heero had no intention of bringing the
Empress any ill on comings. His empathy picked up on the
Earth Mage's flutter of excitement in seeing Relena but
also the sudden drop at realizing they where not the same
person. Lightly closing the door behind him Quatre remained
watch and from time to time peeked in to make sure all was
"Hey, what's going on?"
Duo asked curiously, as he walked towards Quatre. Trowa
and Wufei came down the same hall a few paces behind the
fire mage. They only made their presence known when they
had spotted Quatre spying into the resurrected Mage's room.
Quatre turned and brought his fingers to his lips to quiet
the chatty Mage. "What, what?" Duo whispered excitedly
as if he would explode with curiosity.
"The Empress is talking to Heero."
He whispered back thankful that the young man had lowered
his voice. "Hopefully his connection to her through
her great grandmother will help him adjust to this new time
a little easier."
* * *
It was well into the
night and the moon was at its peak for the evening. Many
of those in the palace had already retired to bed for the
night. Though Heero could not find rest even within the
darkness that swallowed the room as the fires dimmed. He
was only alerted that another had entered the room merely
because the doors hinges creaked slightly.
"Ah Heero, so you're finally
awake." The older priest said as he entered the Blood
Mage's bedchamber and looked upon the pale young man's face
as he stared back.
"I remember you." He said softly, eyeing the older
man carefully with a look of mistrust. "Quatre said
you would be visiting me, but I didn't understand how."
"I would certainly hope so Heero."
"You were my teacher."
"Yes, I was."
"How is it that you are here?
A spell prepares?"
"I never left, unlike you."
"Something is wrong." Heero
said with slight alarm in his voice, struggling to sit up
in bed as his eyes went wide for a brief moment. "My
Magicks feel different. What did you do to me old man?"
His tone was accusing and quite accurately so as he felt
the living wrappings rustle against his forearms in anger.
He remembered from haunting images of long ago just how
tricky his old master had been. "The young Mage could
not explain to me why it was different."
"Why would you think that?"
"I know you had your devilish
hands in this magic most fowl. I know this now by knowing
that you are still alive." Heero narrowed his eyes
as his anger grew more at the elderly priest that stood
before him. "What have you done to me!"
J laughed long and hard then reached
up a hand to stroke at the beard on his chin. "Ever
the suspicious one, aren't you?" Pulling up a chair,
the older man sat down though he did not ask permission
to do so from the earth mage. "What is it you remember?"
"Do not play games with me old
man!" He shouted and it echoed in the empty bedchamber
during the night. "The Demon Dolls were attacking.
Treize was there. I fought him alone!"
"I defeated him alone with my
God Protector, Wing." Then Heero face changed and softened
in remembering the events that had unfolded from his past.
"And my Princess was there
." His voice cracked
remembering that his 'princess' was no longer in this world
for him and he paused before continuing "
she was the last thing I saw
" Heero fought back
the ever growing anxiety he felt build inside his chest.
"Why have you brought me back? Other than what you
told those other men."
"You are needed again to fight
an evil that descends across this land."
"No, I have given my life once
to this Kingdom!" Heero yelled in a slight rage that
he would be asked to do so again. Pointing an accusing finger
at the other man the earth mage continued to yell. "You
have taken me away for the one person my heart yearned to
be with for all eternity! Damn you old man and curse you!"
And J laughed mockingly at the younger
man before him and stood up slowly with the aid of his walking
staff. "I am more cursed than you will ever now."
"No!" Heero screamed growing
more angered that his old mentor would dare leave like he
was about to. "I am the one who is cursed! Look at
what your spell has done to me!" So saying, Heero reached
over and slammed his clenched fist into a glass of water
that sat unattended on the nightstand. His fist shattered
the vessel of water, splintering it into hundreds of sharp,
jagged edges that ripped into the flesh of the hand that
broke it. Bringing his hand up, the younger man showed his
bloodied hand to his old teacher.
As he held it up, the living bandages
began to move even more. They snaked their way up the arm
and slowly began to encase the injured hand. Heero never
took his eyes off the old man's face as he watched the wrappings
on the arm and hand with great interest. After a moment,
the living dressings uncurled themselves and returned to
Heero's forearm, the hand once cut now healed to perfection.
The young man snarled darkly as if furious by this transpiring
of events and ability.
"You have changed my Magicks
from Earth to Blood, old man! You had no right!"
* * *