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"Elements of Great Design"Written By: SkyLark DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing, or its characters. I just love playing with them. Pairings: Future 1x2x1, 5xOC, thinking out the
others Warnings for Overall Series: Angst, Violence,
Sap, Lemons/Limes AU- Fusion of elements of Final Fantasy and Gundam
Wing Rating: NC 17 Inspired By This Pic: http://sharona1x2.com/lj_pics/GWweek2/November/44-3.jpg
Archives: http://www.gundam-wing-diaries.150m.com/gw/SkyLark/gwSkyLark.htm and http://www.mizunoamy.bravepages.com/skylark/skylarkfics.html Summary: In cities in a world used to living in
peace, an unknown darkness is approaching and slaughtering all in
its path. It is up to Heero and five others he's never met to stop
the relentless charge. But just who are these five and what is their
relationship to the elements?
"Elements of Great Design" Chapter 2 Heero stepped away from Relena at the touch of Dorothy’s hand wrapping around his exposed free arm. Swallowing roughly, he followed the Oracle into her private meditation room while the Queen stayed back and looked on in silent worry. As they walked through the cracked door leading into the glowing room, the fighter blinked in awe at the incredible designs that had been drawn on the walls and floor in soft and undefined lines to glow a wide range of colors that lit the otherwise dark space. Most of the spell sketching took on no actual shape or imagery; however there were a handful that made perfectly clear pictures in what they were portraying. In the center of the north wall, deep blue and pale green lines waved and bobbed around like the running water of a river. On the opposing south wall, similar lines burned red, orange and gold, rising up to take on the outline of fire. When the door to the west wall that they had walked through was closed, the swirling white and silver in its middle practically howled with the wind capture there. Coated on the east wall, deep browns, greens and golds were shaped into impressive rock and tree formations. The last capture that could be made out was in the perfect midpoint of the floor. Perhaps the most captivating of all, those lines were painted in a haunting violet. The triangular shape that they created with the swivel of rays bursting from it was the image of only one very intimidating incantation that was known amongst everyone in Gaia… Death. And it was at the heart of everything depicted in the room. Startling enough as that was for Heero, what got to him the most was how oddly drawn he was to that image… to that shade of violet that seemed to call to him. His head shaking away its allure, the fighter looked to his friend and frowned, “What does all of this mean? I am not exactly familiar with interpreting messages spawned from magic.” But he knew that there was much to fear from what he could make out… what with Death at the core of what seemed to be every source of life. “Plainly speaking, this is a warning,” Dorothy replied, a deep frown on her own face as she stood at the top of the triangle while the soldier remained at its base. “It took a lot of urging on my part for my ability to draw this for me. And I am afraid that what is about to befall our world will send the future into such chaos that I will not be able to see more surrounding the Great War than what nearly took all of my strength to bring into view.” The Great War. Such a title for whatever the unknown darkness had unleashed had Yuy’s heart pounding in his chest. He swallowed roughly past the tightness in his constricting throat and forced his breathing to even out. Catalonia bit her lip, lowering her head. A hand resting on the revealed flesh of her chest plate, she murmured, “I will not be able to sleep from the nightmares that I know will come from the terrible sights and sounds that my visions revealed. The Paramecia Empire and Coneria were only the beginning of the takeover that Mariemaia has begun. And with every city that falls from here out, her army of monsters will only become stronger… grow more blood-thirsty as they understand what they can do.” “Not unicorn, nor dragon, nor human or any creature will be safe,” the Oracle continued, raising her head to reveal her shimmering eyes. “Those that are killed quickly will have it easy compared to the rest that are doomed to suffer long and painfully before their end comes. King Zechs and Queen Noin are only now realizing just how fortunate they are for stalling in their chance to escape when they could have.” Taking a slow, deep breath, Heero rolled his shoulders
back for the blow that was to come. He did not want this. But he knew
that he needed to hear all of his friend's visions to understand what
was being asked of him. With his voice low, he said calmly,
"Tell me everything." Where the Sovereign stood now was far enough from being
in immediate danger, but it was not nearly far away enough to be considered
safe either. Beneath the clear skies that were beginning to turn brilliant
shades at the descent of the sun, his face was frowning as he continued
to stare down on his home. The Fighters in their way were mauled down as it they
were little more than pesky insects compared to the demons. What
could be heard over the raging fight between the clanging metal, snapping
jaws, ferocious snarls and chilling deep laughter of Mariemaia's army
was covered by the piercing screams of their victims. Broken-hearted and yet still reeling over how fast the
assault had been, he watched as those monsters charging through the
remains of his kingdom had their fun in pillaging and burning what
buildings remained. Throughout the streets, heaps of discarded, bleeding
and dismembered corpses still lay about... hundreds upon hundreds
of them from young to old. Pointing down into the valley without turning away from
his wife's stricken face, he gritted, "That left thousands
still to be cut down like they were nothing. They had no say in their
fates. They had no idea that we were given notice that their lives
meant nothing to the Paramecia Empress, child or not. They deserved
better." Catching her in a fierce embrace, the King kissed her
head as she pressed her tear-dampened face against the nape of his
neck. "I am sorry, love," he breathed thickly. "But
we must take responsibility where it is due. And we cannot allow our
mistake to be the mistake of the remaining lands." Sniffling, the Queen nodded against him in agreement
and her profound promise to take on their new duty. They had an uphill
battle ahead of them. There was no question of that. Few were likely
to listen. Even fewer would be willing to fight together. “That could not have gone better, my dear. Absolutely brilliant.” A soft giggle. “Thank you, Uncle. It should not be long before the rest of the world falls to my whim. I can feel both sides of my gift growing, just as you told me they would. Nothing in all of Gaia will be able to stop me.” No. And so that meant that nothing would be able to stand in his way of ultimate power and control. The child was a mere chess piece in the broad picture of the game. She would never know that until it was too late. Until then, he was more than happy to allow her to go on with the dreams of grandeur that he had corrupted her with. In the end, all that would matter was who was actually sitting atop the throne. And that would be Dekim. He would see to that. * * * * Dorothy reached up to wipe away a stray tear from her
cheek as she sighed, "We are a very proud people, every one of
us on Gaia. It is what will be the downfall of our kind if something
is not done to change that. Many more cities will be devastated because
their leaders will believe their soldiers and gifted to be the strongest,
their minds the wisest to be able to confront any challenge." His cobalt eyes prickled with tears of fright that he
managed to contain through a couple of rapid blinks, but the wish
to cry had not left him. "A-and I am to go to the danger?"
he asked in a breath. "What good could I possibly do against
an army of demons that can wipe out whole cities?" She giggled at the slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression on her friend's face at that announcement. "They are not aware of their heritage... no descendant of the Original Keepers are aware of their titles until they are needed. And never before have they been needed more than they are now. You will be the one to bring them together, to help them realize their destinies and what they must do to preserve our world." The significance of the drawings of the four elements setting in, the Fighter slowly turned around to take in the illuminated pictures. Water… Fire… Air… Earth... …The four life forces of Gaia. And he was to stand with the Keepers of those core facets… four of the most powerful people to walk Gaia. Dorothy chewed worriedly on the inside of her cheek
before all but whispering, "The light of the Stones have has
dimmed since the arrival of the evil that is seeping into this realm.
If their Keepers are not linked to them to return their power, turning
them on Mariemaia and all that are working with her, no amount of
hiding, running or fighting will do a single soul in Gaia any good.
The darkness will spread to every corner of the skies and the terror
that they blanket will reap the earth." To make absolutely sure that the message was perfectly clear, Dorothy stated slowly, “If even one of you is lost before you reach the Paramecia Empire, so will all hope be lost. The odds are greatly stacked against you, but they will be impossible to overcome without the whole of your force." The Oracle tiled her head and asked, "Do you understand,
Heero?" Of course he accepted. It was adversity like this that his training had prepared him for… …even if he was silently scared out of his mind. While there was still some light for him to travel by, Heero moved to set out. Time was of the essence and he wanted to leave his cozy, familiar surroundings so that he could become used to being in the world. A fanfare farewell was not desired. In the end, there
were really only three people that he wanted to see him off, so they
were the ones standing at the large double doors at the entrance of
the Romefeller walls. Of course, that was the only part that the officer took
from his brief explanation to why Heero would not be joining him and
the other Fighters. "I do wish your dear mother was here to see
this, but I am confident that she was the one to put a good word in
for you to the Creator. I look forward to hearing all about your heroics
when we meet again." It really was humanity's own devices that made them susceptible to being brought down like Coneria. It was something that he would have to be especially conscious of... especially when dealing with the five Strangers that he would be dealing with. Suddenly, in a rare moment, Odin actually bit his lip when he began to tear up as his squared jaw quivered. Clearing his throat, he pulled his boy into a tight embrace. “Good luck, Heero,” he whispered by his ear. Caught off-guard by that tender exchange, the young Fighter fought his own surging emotions as he patted his father’s back. “Be careful out there, dad,” he replied back in kind. Stepping back, he and his guardian saluted with fists over their hearts. Bringing Wing into the scene, Dorothy lowered the reins she was holding to pass them to her friend. “Always follow what your emotions tell you, Heero,” she smiled sadly. “You always had a good head on your shoulders and would not have been chosen for this journey if you were not the right person for it.” Those words were meant for Yuy to gather up the courage he needed. He was aware of that. And though a part of him believed what she was saying about his being chosen, he was beginning to falter in some of that confidence. The reality of being off on his own was setting in and fear was beginning to take hold. However, in this mission fear was not an option. Bowing his head in appreciation to the Oracle, he hugged her tightly. “Keep our people running for as long as you can,” he urged. “Of course,” Catalonia promised. Biting her lip, she pulled back while pressing a quick peck against his cheek. Folding her hands together before her face, she wished, “May the Creator watch you and your allies.” With a deep breath, Heero mounted his stallion. Gripping the reins, he lightly tapped his heels against the white steed’s hide with a firm, “Let’s go, Wing.” Lightly snorting in response, his horse trotted ahead as Odin waved up to the guards standing watch overhead. A series of commands were shouted between the gate keepers and soon, the gears and leavers squealed to life in opening the doors. To the first sight of the thick cover of trees that flanked the winding dirt road leading away from Romefeller, Yuy closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to the Creator as Wing carried them outside. The time of prayers and hoping was officially over. Now was the time for action. Opening his cobalt eyes, Heero gave a loud cry to have his steed charge along the road. There would be no more looking back, only forward from this point on. Fears would have to be conquered head on and he would rise to the occasion to the best of his ability. …All that he could do now was hope that he and these five others that he would come to know were enough to save the world. TBC |
