Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Once Upon a Time ❯ ...In a land far far away... ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Once upon a time. . .

Weissangel24

02/01/05

Warning: This fic contains violence, mild language, light Ooc and Shounen- ai. If such things bother you either don't read it or keep your comments to yourself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. This fic was written for the enjoyment of crazed fans such as myself. I'm not getting rich off of this, (Though it would be nice. . . :wistful sigh:.) So please don't sue me. I have no money, I'm completely broke!

Comments and Criticisms are welcomed, but please don't be nasty about them.

I am the self-nominated Queen of Sap -

Timeline: Alternate Universe- Midevil times.

Arigato - Weissangel24

Author's note: This hasn't been beta'd yet, so if you find any mistakes, please let me know, and I'll fix them.

I had this crazy dream 3 nights in a row and had to write it down.

Please let me know what you think.

Arigato

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Once upon a time. . .

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"Gather, Gather!" A traveler beconed to the townspeople, "I shall tell you a tale of mystery, spells, dragons and romance! It will captivate your imagination and continue in your dreams!"

"A tale we have heard before?" a snide woman remarked from the back, "Don't waste our time. We should just throw you out of town!"

"You do not have to listen if you so choose not to, but I guarentee you will miss out."

"What do you ask for your tale, Stranger?" the woman demanded.

"I ask for nothing!" the traveler grinned, his violet eyes twinkling. "Just a chance to speak."

"Very well. Tell us your tale." A blacksmith bellowed. "We can always throw you out of town later."

"You are to kind." The traveler made a low sweeping bow. As he did so, he reached into a pouch on his belt and withdrew a handful of dust. Throwing it into the air, he waved his hands, causing an image of a small baby to appear.

The townspeople oohed and awed.

The Traveler smirked. "Our tale begins the birth of a prince."

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"Oh, joyous day!" the king beamed, cradling his newborn son close to his chest. "After so many daughters, a prince has finally been born!"

"Congradulations, Sire." Rashid bowed low. "I am honoured to serve and protect the prince."

"Does he have a name, your magesty?" Another bodyguard asked, bowing before the heir.

"Quatre. His name is Quatre."

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"Hear Ye! Hear Ye!" The herold harked, "The king has declared this joyous day a holiday!"

The crowd cheered.

"A holiday?" Young Catherine asked her mother, "Why is it a holiday?"

"A Prince has been born!" Her mother smiled, rubbing her nose with her one year old son, whom she held close. "The kingdom has waited a long time for him to arrive. He is a special baby."

"The king didn't declare holiday when Triton was born." the girl pouted. "He is not special?"

"He is not royalty." Her mother shook her head, "No horn declares the birth of a begger."

"That's not right." Catherine frowned. "I don't think I like this prince."

"You must not say such things, Child!" Her mother scolded. "To do so would be treason and punishable by death!"

"If not by the sickness, why not by the sword?" a man spoke behind them. "The girl is right. We should not praise this Prince. He will be the fall of the nation."

"He is mere hours old, and you already curse his birth?" Catherine's mother snapped, pushing her daughter away from the man. "For shame! He could be what our prayers have asked for!"

"As unrealistic as it may be, I do pray you're just in your hope." The man responded, his expression solomn. "However, seeing as to whom he was born too, I do not hold such idealistic beliefs."

"Then I would kindly ask that you keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I would not wish my children to be poisoned by your lack of faith!"

"There is no room for faith in this world, woman. You'd be wise to teach your children that."

"Remind me of that when your head is rolling across the street when it is separated from your body for spewing such lies." She hissed, taking her children homeward.

"Mother?" Catherine asked, once they were away from the man's ears. "Why did that man upset you so?"

"He, and people such as he, have given up hope to live. They want a war because they believe that it will solve all our problems. Only. . . it won't. It'll just make a great many people sad."

"We won't be sad, will we mother?" the girl beamed. "We have Triton!"

"Yes, my daughter. We do." Her mother gave her a one armed hug as the boy in her arms tugged on his sister's hair. "And we have hope in this newborn prince. Hope that he will grow to be kindhearted and good. For that is what we need."

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To be continued. . .

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. . . in a land far, far away.

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It was the day of the Prince's correnation. Every dignitary, Royal neighbor, good magical creature and relative was invited to attend. There was a royal banquet accompanied by music and dancing. It was a happy day.

As was custom in royal households, the new child's mystical guardians granted gifts and well wishes to the newborn ruler.

"I grant you the wisdom to rule well." A wizard blessed. "And strength to endure."

"We shall bestow upon you a kind heart, to show mercy in your decisions." Some elves bid.

"I shall bless you with the insight into another's heart." A quiet voice wished, "So that you will know the pain and suffering brought upon your people and change it."

The crowd gasped, shocked at the boldness of this creature.

The king glared.

"So that you will not make the same mistakes as those who have ruled before you." The nymph continued. "So that this era of misery may finally end."

"Guards, remove her from my court!" the King bellowed furiously.

Immediately, soldiers moved to follow the command.

The infant began to cry.

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Years past. The prince grew with a gentle nature, kind to all he met, and his people loved him.

Well . . .

most of them did. . .

"We shall attack!" A dark voice spoke from the shadows to a crowd of people.

"And why should we get involved?" A rich, sultry voice reasoned, "The Queen is an angel. The Prince a halfling. Neither the dragons or the drakuns have had quarell with them."

"But the king is human."

"As are you."

"He has killed many of your kind." The first explained, "He has also killed many of his own kind."

"He traines his prince to be a mirror ruler!"

"We mustent allow that to occure." Another man spoke up from the back. "Please, My Lord. You must help us. Call your beasts!"

"My Lord." A woman spoke up, stepping forward and bowing slightly.

"Charizma." The Lord acknowleged, "What do you have to say?"

"My children and I have lived here in this providence for many years. I see the oppression the king has bestowed upon his people. I have seen his strict ways. But, My Lord. . . The prince is different. The prince knows what's in your heart. It shows in his eyes. He is kind and strong willed. Given the chance, he will make a good king."

"How do you know such things, Charizma?" a hooded figure inquired, from behind the Lord.

"I work in the palace's laundry room."

"She just want's to keep her job!" the first man accused.

"NO!" she denied, "I just don't want innocent blood to be spilt!"

"We all agree that the king needs to be de-throned!" the man yelled. Cheers erupted around him.

"Then let's do something about it!"

"I will not involve drakuns in this attack." The Lord spoke. "However, You may be able to sway a dragon to aid you. . . for the right price."

"My Lord?" Charizma gasped.

"The king does need to go." The Lord sighed, "However, Spare the prince. . . for now."

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"Nurse?" A quiet call beckoned from the darkness of the bedroom.

"Yes, Highness?" An elderly lady answered immediatly.

"I can't sleep." the boy looked uncertainly towards the window. "I fear something is going to happen."

"Happen, Highness?" the woman frowned. "Like what?"

". . ." The child looked thoughtful, "I'm not sure. . . just a feeling I have. . ."

"Well, you are perfectly safe in these walls." She assured, "Would you like a warm drink to help you sleep?"

"No, thank you." He sighed, settling back against his pillows as his nurse tucked him in again.

"Then I bid you goodnight, Love." She kissed his forehead, "Remember, you have lessons at first light."

"Yes, Ma'am." the prince smiled. "I remember."

"Then sleep well, my precious prince." She bowed slightly before leaving the boy alone once more.

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"They're all fools." Charizma grumbled, as she entered her cottage.

"Mother?" Her daughter called, coming down from the loft.

"I'm here, Catherine." She answered. "Where is Triton?"

"He's in the meadow, Mother, watching the stars. I made dinner."

"That boy." She shook her head in loving irritation. "He spends more time staring at the heavens then anything else."

"He's a dreamer."

"Yes, well, unfortunatly, dreaming won't fill his belly." Charizma sighed. "Did you have a good day?"

"Yes, Mother." Catherine smiled, "Ol-Lady Livingdale taught me how to crochete. I'll be able to sell my makings at market."

"Excellent. I'm so proud of you." Her mother beamed, giving her daughter a loveing hug, "And what of your brother?"

"Triton completed his assignment that the farmer gave him, and then disappeared for the rest of the day. His mentor later found him in the barn with the cats."

"The cats?"

"The farmer's cat had kittens. Triton was playing with them."

"He loves animals, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yes." Catherine agreed. "Very much so."

"How old are the kittens?"

"A few weeks. They should be able to leave their mother soon."

"Maybe I can talk to the Farmer and see if Triton may have one?"

"He'd love it!" Catherine giggled.

"But ssshhh, it'll be our secret." Her mother winked, as the door opened. "Triton, you're home. How were the stars?"

"Numerous as always, Mother." The eight year-old replied, giving the woman a hug.

"Are you hungry, Brother?" Catherine asked, "I made biscuits and gravy."

The boy nodded with a smile, as he sat down at their meger table to eat.

"I saw the Dragon Lord today." Charizma announced as she too sat.

"Really?" The girl frowned, serving her family dinner. "What was he doing out of the mountains?"

"Choosing the path of a war." Her mother replied saddly. "I want you two to listen very closely. Things may become very dangerous here in the next several months. If anything should happen and we are separated, I want you to head towards the mountains, to the lands of our people. The Dragon Lord will help you." She studied the uncertain expressions on her children's faces. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mother." They obediantly replied.

"Good." Charizma smiled, lightening the mood. "Let's eat before it grows cold."

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To be continued. . .