Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Peace Children ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and none of its characters are mine. None of the mystical creatures are of my creation. Seelie and Unseelie, the way I use them here, were created by Laurel K. Hamilton. Hands of power were also created by Laurel K. Hamilton. The story and all original characters are mine. If I forgot to credit anything to its rightful owner, please email me, and I will credit it to them.

Pairings: 2x1 eventually, 3+4, 5+? OC+? 13+11 Rating: NC-17, eventually Warning: eventual lemon, no spoiler, AU, definite yaoi, possible yuri, OOC, angst, more as it comes

Author's notes: 'blah' = thoughts 'blah' = mind-speaking

Peace Children Prologue

Une waited impatiently as the line slowly moved forward. She was the Seelie queen, damnit! She should have gone first! But, of course, she couldn't complain because this was little act was going to ensure peace among all the faery, and all the other Mysticals. From the wererat to the brownie, to the mighty Seelie sidhe, peace would reign as long as this creation lives.

Finally, it was her turn. She took the ceremonial dagger and sliced her palm. Squeezing her palm, she dropped 3 droplets of blood into the cauldron, as the thousands before her had done, and as the thousands after her would do. This creature was s important, every faery and mysticaly added some of their lifeblood to the mixture. The Peace Child would be a combination of sidhe, aiwel, Siren, brownie, demi- fey, all the types of lycanthropes ( including the exclusive weredragons), and too many more Mysticals to name. This child would be the connecting factor between all mystical creatures for the entirety of its life. No more petty wars between neighbors, no more kidnapping other species' heir, and no more snubbing other Mysticals in public. But best of all, the new camaraderie this Peace Child would bring would give them the solidarity to wipe out the Collectors once and for all.

The Collectors were a group of humans, much like the Hunters. But unlike the Hunters, who only wanted to eradicate Mysticals, Collectors wanted to harness their powers, sometimes keeping the Collections alive for decades while they slowly drained them of their essence.

The Collectors are what really sparked the Peace Child idea. That and the fact that the Collectors would dare to capture Une's own daughter, Marimaeia.

After everyone had contributed their blood, the Kings, Queens and even Presidents of the various Mysticals gathered in the circle and chanted in a language more ancient than God herself. They chanted in a language unwritable. They chanted in a language untranslatable. They chanted in a language so beautiful, a human would die of joy to hear it spoken aloud. They spoke in High Mystical.

Sometime in the middle of the chanting, the cauldron in the exact center of the circle started smoking. Then it started shaking. then it started glowing. Finally, it imploded in on itself and the sight it left, left all the Mysticals stunned.

There, in the exact center of the circle, where the cauldron stood only moments before, were 2 babies. Two Peace Children.

***

A few miles west of the mystical meeting place, Odin Yuy paced back and forth in his room, waiting for orders to move out. His superior, Dr. J, sure was taking his sweet time getting the location of the Mysticals from the little faery princess, Mary-something. The Collectors had found out too late that , because she was only 9, she did not yet have her hand of power and would not get it for quite some time. This made her quite useless until J heard of a ceremony, some type of peace ritual to be held tonight. All of the Mysticals would be there. Even a 9 year-old faery would be able to feel the magic from a crowd that big. All J had to do was the little brat to tell him where they were, and he would relay it to Odin, and Odin would relay it to the troops.

Then they would go into mystical territory and kill whatever it was that was rumored to be powerful enough to destroy the Collectors.

"Odin," J's voice came over the hands-free walkie-talkie, "I've got the coordinates. Downloading them to you now."

Odin received the coordinates, and moved out.

***

It took a few minutes, but eventually Une got over her shock. After all, no one had ever done this before, so why not two Peace Children? When she finally did, she motioned to the Unseelie king, her husband Treize, and together they went to the center of the circle and picked up the children.

Une picked up the boy-child. He looked up at her with innocent Prussian blue eyes, a chock of chocolate hair obstructing his view, and gurgled happily up at her. The girl child did the same to Treize, with the exception that her eyes were the color of the forest they were currently in and her hair jet black.

They raised the infants over their heads for all the Mysticals to see and said simultaneously, "We give you the Peace Children. Through their veins run the blood of every one of you. Long live the Peace Children!" With this, the Mysticals gave out a cry of "Long live the Peace Children!"

Unbeknownst to them, trouble lurked in the shadows.

***

'So that is what the Mysticals were doing,' Odin thought to himself in his place among the trees. 'They were creating children made up of all of them. These children would be very powerful indeed. Too powerful. J was right, these children need to be destroyed.

***

After the ceremony, the children were put to bed in a crib made especially for them. Une reminded herself to have another crib commissioned. After all, they had been expecting just one Peace Child, not two Peace Children.

Sighing happily, Une left the sleeping infants with the nanny, Esme. As much as she loved and missed her daughter Mari, the Seelie Queen couldn't help but feel happy about the future of her people.

***

Odin waited until the powerful-looking mystical left before he crept into the nursery. With a 'crack' he broke the nanny's neck, killing her instantly. But just in case, he unsheathed his broadsword and decapitated her. 'You never know if these creatures are dead,' he thought to himself. 'Some will die just like a human, and others you have to chop up into little bits, sprinkle chicken dung on their bodies, and then do the hokey pokey on their graves.' Hopefully, this mystical was one of the former.

Odin wiped the blood off his sword and looked up, only to be met with endless Prussian orbs.

'We choose you. Do you accept?' came the unbidden male, somewhat nasal voice into his mind.

"Huh? What?" Odin said, confused. He couldn't figure out where the voice was coming from.

'We choose you. Do you accept?' This time the voice was female, but still somewhat nasal.

"Who said that?" Odin demanded. "Who's in my head?"

'My name is Heero, and this is my sister Kali. We choose you. Do you accept?' the male voice said.

It took Odin a minute, but eventually his pathetic human brain understood that it was the Peace Children talking to him. He also understood that the Children were asking to bond with him, much like dragons do when they first hatch. Understanding all of this, Odin said ,"Yes." Then he picked up the Children and walked out with them, instead of killing them like he was supposed to.

***

Waking with a start, Queen Une knew something was wrong. Racing to the nursery, she hoped what she knew wasn't true. Her hopes were dashed when she smelled the blood. The Peace Children were gone.

Selune