Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Rise of the Golden Phoenix ❯ Sandrock Palace ( Chapter 2 )

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AU, fantasy, and action - Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei, are all warriors in a mythical world full of danger, monsters, and gods. They embark on a journey to capture the Golden Phoenix and rescue the Prince of Sandrock. 3x4 and 1x2

Okay here is the second part of the story, I hope this better than the last one. Tell me if you like and I will keep it on the GO!

“…” Talking
‘…’ Thoughts
//…// Flashbacks

The rise of the Golden Phoenix Part 2

by Markanovanlink

A vision of a fair-skinned young man with his eyes closed laid upon a floor of pure gold. The young man’s hair matched the sunrays that shined in from the only window in the gold-plated room. The rounded room had no corners and no doors. His body was very toned and would have been flawless if not for the lone scar that travel left of his belly button, across his side and ended at his back.

A breath taking beauty under a spell. “Who are you?” Trowa couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He didn’t know where he was or how he got there, all he knew was he wanted to reach out and wake him. As he tried to approach the sleeping form, a blinding force of light stopped him. The heated light was so hot that he found it hard to breathe. Than suddenly, everything went black. The void of nothingness had engulfed him.

“Trowa, speak to me! Get your tall ass up!” The tall warrior cracked open a green eye only to see the mad face of the Prince of Death. “What the Hell is wrong with you? Did you see that thing, it could have used you as a toothpick, but no, you wanted to stick your silly head out the window.” Duo continued to speak as Trowa willed his body to sit up.

“What thing, what happened?” The others seem beyond shock by his admission. Wufei was next to stand in front of him. Checking his eyes and making sure there were no signs of distress to his comrade.

“The Golden Phoenix. He was headed toward the palace but stopped his attack and vanished.” The ex-slayer of dragons helped Trowa up and pointed to the window. “You fainted after it vanished.” Trowa’s eyes narrowed with that and he turned to Heero who only nodded back with clarity.

“Why do you two communicate like that? It gets on my nerves.” Duo yelled as he threw up his hands up in the air and walked towards the window. He hated that Trowa and Heero used facial gestures and actions instead of words. He was a very vocal person and hated silence. “Is this how this thing attacks? I don’t see what all the fuss is about.” Just then, there was a lot of commotion outside the palace. People were celebrating in the streets of the kingdom. “Well, I guess it isn’t.” Duo turned towards the others, “So you guys ready to celebrate?” With that said all the warriors got dressed and headed outside.

The streets were filled with joy, tears and laughter as the people celebrated the departure of the Phoenix. The warriors stood on a balcony overlooking the crowd. “So what did you do Trowa?” Trowa was shocked that the question came from Heero. Heero repeated himself, something he rarely ever did and placed a stern look on his fellow comrade.

Trowa felt himself sigh as he remembered what he saw. Not sure if he was willing to share this event with the others he had know for many years, he shook his head. “I did nothing. I am not even sure why I blacked out like that.”

“Were you communicating with it or something? You are the only one who knows what our pets are really saying or feeling and you know how to soothe many a beast. I am just impressed that you asked it to leave…and it did. Man, how come you never did that before? I mean all the sweat and blood we have been going threw…” Duo’s mouth shut close as he received a slap in the back of the head.

“Silence!” Heero yanked hard on Duo’s braid to keep him from retaliating. Before Duo had a chance to recover, the palace guards came upon the balcony.

“So these are the so called warriors.” A large group of men, whom all possessed a body built like a brick house with long curved swords on their sides, entered. Each soldier wore black pants and black boots with a red vest that exposed skin covered rock formations. Tanned skin painted the exposed surface of each soldier while black and brown tinted hair fanned from the top of their head to the bottom of their chin. The tallest guard stood before the others and announced his presence. “I am Rashid. I am the captain of the Guardsmen of Sandrock. We have served the palace for many years. We have protected the lands of Sandrock with our lives. We don’t appreciate little boys coming to save our Kingdom.”

Wufei was disgusted by the insult. “Little boys! We are more man then you will ever be. You speak with no knowledge of us and yet you try to doubt our ability. You speak through ignorance and not wisdom. Let me correct your concept of us ‘little boys.’ We have fought in wars started by your ancestor’s ancestors. We have protected kingdoms and great cities from monsters long ago extinct. We are here because your Sultan and your kingdom has called us which means you and your guards have not lived up to your titles. Do not blame us for your follies.” His stern words caused anger to erupt into the soldier’s eyes. The Chinese warrior stood a height of five feet and six inches in front of a man who could be seen as seven feet tall.

“You dare to disgrace my guardsmen and me!” Rashid raised his sword two inches away from Wufei’s face. The other warriors stood still behind their comrade with no concern on their faces. Wufei finally lifted his index finger to the sharp point of the sword and pushed it away from his face.

“You disgrace yourselves.” With that said, he turned towards his comrades turning his back on the soldier. With anger present in the entire giant’s form, Rashid swung his sword towards the small warrior. The other three warriors never blinked as they watched Wufei’s right hand, as he flipped his wrist behind his back with his own sword causing Rashid’s to come to a defensive stop. Before the giant could blink, Wufei’s blade was cold against his neck.

A double edge sword that was half the length of its owner was pressed harder against the other’s skin as Wufei held the hilt made of dragon teeth and bone. “You dare attack me while my back was turned. You disgust me and your title as captain. I would slit your throat if not for the fact that your disrespecting blood would stain my sword. Compose yourself and inform your Sultan we would like an audience with him.” Wufei withdrew his sword and stared at the other soldiers. The soldiers had never seen anything like that before, no one has ever challenged their captain and walked away alive.

Feeling the staring on his back Rashid shouted orders to his soldiers and watched as they filed off the balcony and back in the palace. He turned his glare back to the ‘little boys.’ “I will inform my Sultan.” With anger still in his eyes, he left out the same as the others.

There was a moment of silence until laughter filled the balcony. Duo was in tears with laughter as he held on the rail of the balcony for support. “Oh wow, Wufei that was great. Really it was.” Heero chuckled a little at the antics. Trowa’s face was impassive like always but he managed a small smile. Wufei huffed in disgust and walked towards the balcony. He scanned the city with his almond shaped eyes and turned back towards Trowa.

“Why didn’t the Golden Phoenix attack?”

“I don’t know. To be honest I never even saw the Phoenix.” The others turned and looked at Trowa in disbelief. He began to lean on the rail with his fore arms. His tall frame causing his back to arch due to the small height of the rail. His reddish brown hair was neatly cut in the back but the top always ran towards his face falling off his forehead long enough to cover an eye or two. With his head down those same strands covered his entire face. With a sigh, Trowa spoke again. “I had a vision.”

Before Trowa had a chance to speak again, a guardsman entered on to the balcony. “The Sultan will see you now. You are to follow me to his meeting chambers.” The warriors shrugged and followed the soldier.

Trowa’s mind began to race about the young man he saw. ‘Who are you? Could you be the missing Prince? Why do I feel like I need to wake you so bad. Every time I close my eyes, I see you. Who are you?’

“Trowa.” Duo had poked him to get his attention. “Don’t you think that Sultan is kinda fat to be sitting in that chair?” Trowa couldn’t help it but the other had made him laugh softly. Duo couldn’t believe his luck after all these years he never heard Trowa laugh, not once. He could remember when he first met Trowa. It was almost a century ago.

//A small boy about ten ran and hid under the front staircase of an old house. “Where are you boy? Wait till I find you, you will be sorry you did that.” The small boy hugged himself and wondered why this was happening to him. He had only meant to stop her and not kill her. He had always wished that his adopted parents would just die. They beat him for no reason at all. All he did was close his eyes and put his hands up in defense when his mother went to beat him with a broom. The blow never came; instead, the old woman fell back to the ground with her eyes rolled in the back of her head. The young boy opened his eyes and screamed in shock at what he saw. As his father entered the room, he did the only thing he could think of, run.

A ruff hand grabbed the scared boy by the hair. “How could you after all we did for you. We should have never taken you in. We should have left you next to that river where we found you. I will kill you for what you have done.” The man threw the boy to the ground and started to beat and kick him. The man picked up a near by rack in the yard and started to pound on the small body in the grass. Growing tired of using the rack the man fell on top of the boy and started to choke the life from the him. Darkness started to engulf the small person until he could feel the weight of the man fall on top of him. Struggling to breathe he noticed that the man wasn’t moving. He pushed the weight off him and stared at the body on the ground. An arrow was neatly placed between the man’s eyes.

“Are you okay?” The voice shocked the small boy out of his skin. He turned around slowly only to see a green eyed boy with a bow and a bag of arrows on his back. The boy was taller and looked a little older. “Can you speak?” The scared boy nodded causing his long chestnut color braid to sway.

“Thank you…um…my name is Duo.”

“Well Duo, are you okay? Can you stand?”

“Yeah…um…what is your name?”

“I don’t have one.” There was an awkward silence for a while until the unnamed boy helped Duo up as Duo informed the other of the man and woman. The green-eyed boy narrowed his eyes and told Duo to get all his belongings together. After Duo was all packed and out of the house, the other boy set fire to the house and the land. Together they left and traveled to the next town and only stopped in front of the village’s only church.

“This is the village of Maxwell. There are people here who can help you and take care of you.” The taller boy turned to leave until Duo grabbed his arm.

“Will I ever see you again?”
The other boy was taken a little back and nodded. “If I am still around.” With that, the taller boy was gone.

Years had gone by as Duo was raised in the church, only to discover that he wasn’t all human. A demon had come to him in a dream and told him of his real mother and father. His mother was a beautiful maiden that the God of Death fell in love with. He had left Hell and came to where she lived. He came to her in human form and swept her off her feet. During their moments of happiness, a war started in Hell, and he had to return leaving his pregnant love behind. Before she was able to give birth, the forces opposing Hell destroyed her village and she was forced into hiding. After giving birth on the bank of the river of souls, two thieves robbed and killed her. Noticing the baby as they were leaving, they took him in. With the thoughts of selling him when he was old enough, they raised him like a slave.

Duo accepted his new title as the Prince of Death and followed the demon to Hell. He learnt the ways and rules of Hell. He realized that he had the power to cast out evil souls and send them to their rightful place in Hell. It was only than that he figured out what happened to the woman who use to care/beat him. Being the son of the God of Death, he was able to see the soon to be souls of Hell through his father’s Mirror of Faith. The Mirror of Faith showed the givings and misgivings of souls.

He saw the one whom saved his life in the mirror. He was so young and destined to be a resident of Hell. Swearing that he would never let this soul become accustom to a place like this, Duo called upon his new best friend, the son of the God of War, to journey with him. Duo and his friend traveled long and far to come to the lost soul’s dwellings. The boy now a young man was a member of a group of rouge mercenaries. It angered Duo to see how some of his comrades would treat him and how the young man never seemed to express any type of emotion. Duo appeared before the young man, who now called himself Trowa, and offered him eternal youth and friendship if he would accompany him and the Prince of War on their journeys. Trowa agreed and has never left his side since.//

Duo thought about how much Trowa’s friendship has meant and how he has never been able to break through all the barriers that surround his tall friend. Trowa was so secretive when it came to his past and/or emotions. ‘One day my friend, the walls you built will be knocked down.’ Duo finally turned his attention back to the cubby Sultan and laughed at the joke he had just told Trowa. ‘He really is fat.’

“How did you warriors do it? Is the creature gone for good?” The Sultan was so excited that his belly seem to juggle with each word. Duo tried hard not to laugh aloud.

Heero kneeled before the Sultan with his eyes focused on the ruler’s eyes. “We have done nothing your majesty. We do not know why the Golden Phoenix didn’t attack.”

The Sultan face frowned as he spoke. “I didn’t pay you to do nothing. That thing has killed our Prince and terrorized our Kingdom…”

“You say your Prince is dead, we were under the notion that he had been captured.” All the warriors stared at Trowa as he approached the Sultan and kneeled before him. “Your majesty, I had a vision that may have been why the Phoenix stopped its attack on the Palace. In my vision, I saw a young blonde man being held prisoner. Does this sound like your Prince?” He had never interrupted anyone before but had the strong urgency to do so.

Before the Sultan had a chance to answer, a screeching scream echoed through the Palace. All eyes turned towards the large balcony of the meeting chamber. As the warriors and guardsmen made their way onto the balcony, the Golden Phoenix could be seen flying in the distance over the desert in a circle. The fiery bird sped up its maneuvers until there was a ring of fire hovering over the desert. After the blazing ring began to lower and fade away into the sands below, a golden temple appeared.

Before anyone could process what just occurred, Trowa took out his medallion and held it in the air. “Nanashi, come forth.” The impression of Nanashi on the medallion lit up as a beam of light came from the round metal. The creature seem to slowly grow as it emerged from the beam of light. The beast landed on the balcony and spread out its wings to allow access to his back. Trowa jumped on Nanashi as the beast started to flap its yellow and brown wings. Without a word, the warrior and his beast took off for the temple.

Heero turned towards the Sultan and Rashid saying, “We will help your Kingdom and find your Prince.” With that, the other warriors called forth their creatures and took off in the direction of the temple.