Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Once Upon a Time ❯ There lived a prince... ( Chapter 3 )

 

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There lived a prince...

 

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"Good day, your highness. I do hope you're doing well?" The large captain of the Royal Army greeted, with a low, respectful bow.

 

The young prince looked up at his bodyguard, eyes sparkling with simple happiness. "Good day, Rashid. Nurse tells me that I'm to have lessons with you this afternoon?"

 

"Hai. You're getting big enough to start learning how to defend yourself."

 

"Sword-play?"

 

"Among other things."

 

"I'll be truthful, Rashid... Quatre began as the bear-of-a man placed a heavy broadsword into his tiny hands, "I'm not sure I like the idea of this."

 

"Spoken like a true pacifist." the Captain nodded, "Hopefully, in your reign, you won't have need for it; but it's a good thing to learn just in case."

 

"I suppose you are correct..." the prince sighed, before trying to lift the large weapon.

 

"Don't strain yourself, trying to weild a man's weapon." Rashid chuckled good naturedly upon seeing the child could only raise it a few cenimeters from the ground. "There is much training and more growing to be done before you're ready for that!"

 

"Then why did you give it to me?" the boy pouted slightly as his wide, expressive eyes followed the guard's every move.

 

"So that you'll know the feel of it, my boy." the man grinned, "So you know what you're working towards!"

 

"Iria said that nothing can be accomplished without setting goals first." the prince nodded in understanding approval.

 

"Your eldest sister is a wise girl." Rashid complimented. "The tow of you will make fin rulers one day."

 

"Thank you, Rashid." The child blushed.

 

"My pleasure, your highness."

 

"Quatre?" A young girl called from the balcony, "Father summons you to the courtyard!"

 

"Arigato, Felic'ia." The blonde, turned and bowed to his mentor, "If you will excuse me?"

 

"Of course, Highness."

 

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"She's really mine to keep!?" the banged boy gasped as his mother placed a lively ball of calico fur into his arms.

 

"She really is." Charizma smiled. "If you think you can care for her. She is still quite young."

 

"I will! I promise!" Triton beamed, a slight giggle in his voice.

 

"She needs a name, Little brother." Catherine smiled as she stirred some rabbit meat into her stew.

 

"A name?" Emerald eyes blinked thoughtfully.

 

"Names are important." Charizma said, petting the kitten's small head, "Give it some thought."

 

"Okay."

 

"Dinner's ready..."

 

"Thank you, Catherine." Her mother hugged her greatfully. "I don't know what we'd do without you!"

 

"Starve." Triton answered, sitting down at the table, carefully placing the tiny cat next to him.

 

"Most undoubtedly." Charizma agreed, ruffling her son's hair. "It's getting late. Eat."

 

"Yes, mother." the boy obeyed.

 

"Mother, before I forget, the Lord of Dragon's messenger was looking for you." Catherine sat down, "He said it was important, but not an emergency."

 

"What else did he say?" Charizma frowned.

 

"That he'd stop by later tonight."

 

"Thank you, Catherine."

 

"Mother?" the boy inquired, his eyes shining with worry.

 

"It's alright, Luv. I'd like you to stay inside tonight, though..."

 

"Alright."

 

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"Father." Quatre respectfully bowed. "You called for me?"

 

"Ah, yes." the king beconed. "Walk with me, Boy."

 

The child nodded, falling in step beside his father, as they walked to one of the guard towers on the palace's outter wall.

 

"Son, what do you see?"

 

The blonde turned his large, azure eyes to survey the scene. "I see houses and shops. Some people, elves and drakuns..." The boy's expression turned sad, and his hand stole to his heart. "They don't seem very happy."

 

"How they feel doesn't matter, Quatre. It's how hard they work."

 

"I don't understand."

 

"They're nothing more than stepping stones to keep this kingdom afloat." the king glared down at the small prince. "Never forget that."

 

"Father... without the people... there would be no kingdom." the seven-year-old said carefully. "A king just keeps order..."

 

"Who told you that nonsense, Boy?" The king demanded, his anger flaring up, causing the prince to wince.

 

"N-no one..."

 

"Don't hold onto such foolish ideals. They will make you weak and the kingdom will suffer."

 

"Y-yes, sir." the child meekly submitted.

 

"One day all of this will be yours." the king shook his head in disgust. "You have much to learn."

 

Sweeping his gaze over the land, Quatre was once again struck with how sad the people seemed.

 

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"MiLady Charizma." the hooded figure bowed his head respectfully as the woman opened her door for him.

 

"Messanger." She greeted, "What news have you?"

 

"The rebellion is moving quickly." He sighed, lowering his hood to reveal a young, dark-haired drakun. His prussian eyes glimmered dangerously as he spoke. "My Lord fears that they have recruited the Black Dragon to serve their cause."

 

"No... It can't be!" Charizma protested. "That dragon was banished from the lands half a century ago!"

 

"Apparently he has returned."

 

"A-and the Dragon Rider?"

 

"There haven't been any reports of him being seen..."

 

"There wouldn't be." Charizma frowned, "Anyone who comes in contact with the Dragon Rider, usually ends up dead."

 

"There were five murders along the western plain over the last month."

 

"It was most likely him, then." she shook her head, "Damn."

 

"Is there a return message?"

 

"... Please inform my Lord that we shall be returning to the mountains by the next moon."

 

"Lady!?"

 

"I can't risk Triton being unprotected if the Black Dragon and the Dragon Rider choose to attack this providence." Charizma sighed, "Our people's future will cease to exist if something were to happen to him..."

 

"Yes, MiLady." the messenger bowed, before replacing his hood and disappearing into the night."

 

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Emerald eyes glimmered in worried confusion as Triton watched his mother's meeting. Beside him, the kitten rubbed against his shoulder, purring as if to say, "Don't worry."

 

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In the palace, Quatre stared out of his window, his hand clenched over his chest. A quiet voice rose above the miser of the kingdom, begging for someone to listen to their doubts and uncertainties.

 

"I hear you..." The prince whisper, a tear slipping down the child's face, "I'll always hear you."

 

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to be continued...

 

A/N Can anyone tell I reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaallly don't like Q's dad?