Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Rise of the Golden Phoenix ❯ The Prince of Sandrock ( Chapter 3 )

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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 third part of the story, poor Quatre hasn’t made his presence know. This chapter only focuses on him. I hope you like!

“…” Talking
‘…’ Thoughts
//…// Flashbacks
…* Definition at the end of text

The rise of the Golden Phoenix Part 3 ~The Prince of Sandrock ~

by Markanovanlink

Shaken fingers ran lines across the cold metal surface of the wall. ‘How long have I been here?’ With a heavy sigh, the owner of those fingers tried to will himself into a standing position. Using the cold golden wall for support, he was able to stand. ‘Where has the window gone?’ He realized that his only connection to the outside world was gone.

“You have taken my Father from me, my Kingdom and now my light.” Each word was shouted in the dark room only to bounce back taunting echoes. He slammed his fists against the wall in frustration. “I am the Prince of Sandrock; I will not be denied my Kingdom, my birthright.” The last words were almost a whisper. The Prince turned his back towards the wall and slowly slid down it. Looking into the dark hoping to see some kind of light or reflection, his thoughts drifted back to his Father’s death.

//The festivities were going according to plans, but the Prince didn’t want to partake in the activities. There were many royal visitors for dinner that evening and he felt overwhelmed. He listened to his father talk about his many wives and children. But no subject brought him greater joy than talking about his only son. “My son, Quatre, will rule this kingdom when I am gone and peace will reign for forty years. There will be battles and wars to keep the peace but my son will rule Sandrock with a just fist.” The Sultan continued his admirations and never noticed the subject of his stories had disappeared.

Quatre snuck away without being seen. He loved his father but hated being the center of attention. He walked down the halls of the palace wondering why his uncle had not attended the dinner. ‘Maybe he can tell me how to get out of future events like this?’ The young Prince headed towards his uncle’s room. Thoughts clouded his mind on the way. ‘I wish I wasn’t so different from everyone in the Kingdom. Maybe I would enjoy the festivities more. I just hate all the staring and whispering about me.’

The Prince was quite different from his people. No one in the Kingdom had skin as pale as his, eyes as blue as his and hair as bright as his. The people of the Kingdom referred to him as their Golden Prince. He didn’t like it because it made him feel different. How was he to lead his people when he himself did not identify the pure traits of the Kingdom? “I don’t deserve to be their Sultan.”

The Golden Prince stopped in the hall and looked out of the window. It was a beautiful night; the moon hung high and mighty as it illuminated the palace. The stars seem to belly dance as they twinkled in the night sky. “Are you up there?” The Prince asked the question to the sky. “I wish I could have known you.” Quatre longed to know about his real mother and why she was not able to be with him, raise him and love him.

No one in the Kingdom had ever seen her except for the Sultan himself. It was said that an angel came to visit the Sultan. He fell in love with her and convinced her into marriage. No one was allowed to see such a heavenly creature but the Sultan. The angel was kept in a locked and guarded bedroom made of gold and jade. Rumors that the angel was pregnant flew through the Kingdom. One day the Sultan opened the doors to the room; crying as he exited, he carried a small baby in his hands. The next day the Sultan ordered that the room be destroyed and removed completely from his palace. It was said that the angel was called back to Heaven due to her treason for having such a birth. Spending eternity never knowing the love of the other was the punishment for both mother and child.

Turning his gaze away from the night sky, the Prince continued on his quest to his uncle’s room. Once outside the door, Quatre brushed all the bad thoughts out of his head so he could be fit to talk to his uncle. Before he could knock, he heard the voice of the Kingdom’s High Priest. “The Phoenix consumes and destroys all. There is no way to predict what will happen. Are you sure?”

“If not that than poison. I don’t care either way…did you hear that?” A terror alarm went off in Quatre. He didn’t realize that he was even moving or running. After rounding a corner, he put his hands on his knees in order to catch his breath.

‘My uncle, the High Priest and poison. This is treason talk but why. My uncle and my father love and respect each other. I must inform my father.’ The Prince stood back up and walked back to the dinner. Once he entered the banquet hall, he saw his uncle seated next to his father. ‘Well I will talk to my father when he is not around.’

The following day was trying for Quatre because he was not allowed to see his father. His father and uncle had spent the whole day together. He was told that the duties of the Kingdom were far more important than meeting with his son. The excuse was the same for the next two days. Feeling built up tension, the Prince decided to go to the training grounds.

“Young Prince, have you come to watch us spar?” Rashid smiled as he saw Quatre coming forth.

“No, I have come to spar with you.”

“How about me cousin.” A tall tanned man approached wearing circle frame shades. The man wore an open red vest that revealed years of training and black pants. As the man walked towards Quatre, he removed his red fez* from his head and tossed it on the ground.

“Abdul, I would love to spar with you.” With that said, Quatre dropped his white cloak unto the sand leaving his upper body exposed to the sun. The Golden Prince untied the golden rope that held his white mantle on his head and tossed both head pieces to the ground. Standing barefoot in the sand, he adjusted his golden belt that held up his white fabric pants. He turned eyes, the color of pond water, toward Rashid and nodded. Extending his right arm out to his side, he turned his palm up as Rashid placed a long brown bo in it. The wooden rokushakubo* was six feet long. Twisting his wrist, he swung the rokushakubo around until it was tucked under his arm.

Quatre was very experienced in bojutsu, the martial art of bo wielding. A royal visitor from Japan came to the palace to offer new techniques to the Guardsmen. Quatre found himself always watching the martial artist in the gardens when he wasn‘t on the training grounds. Becoming aware of the Golden Prince’s presence, he took Quatre on as a student and taught him aikido and bojutsu. After eight years, he was called back to Japan.

“How come you have never agreed to spar with me before?” Abdul pulled out his scimitar* by its brown hardwood handle. The long deeply curved blade reflected the sunlight into the Prince’s eyes causing him to blink.

“I didn’t want to hurt my uncle’s only child.” Quatre couldn’t help the smirk that graced his face.

“Hurt me? You jest to much my little cousin. It is I who should not want to hurt you. How easy am I to be? You are, after all the Golden Prince.”

With narrowed aqua eyes, the Prince moved his head from side to side causing his joints to crack. Holding the rokushakubo with both hands, he slammed one end into the ground causing the bo to stand upright on its own after letting go. “As Prince of Sandrock, I give Abdul, cousin of royal blood, permission to fight me as if I were his enemy. I declare that this fight will only end by submission of the fallen fighter. No one is to interfere with this fight no matter the outcome. Is everyone understanding of my commands?” All the guards and onlookers all nodded. “Good. See cousin, I am your equal in this fight.”

“Until you are on the ground begging me to stop, that is.” Abdul smirked as he pointed his scimitar at Quatre. “Shall we begin, O’ Equal One?”

“Lets.” Quatre used his right hand to remove his rokushakubo from the ground. With that hand midway on the bo, he held his staff at his waist with the front end angled down. Using his free hand, he taunted his cousin into the first attack. The Prince placed his right knee into the sand behind his left foot and slid his right hand down the bo, bringing that end to land in the sand. While kneeling in this manner, his left hand was placed on the higher end of the rokushakubo. Abdul came charging towards the Golden One with his sword in tow.

Quatre leaped up from his position, removed his left hand, and slid the bo through his right, causing the rokushakubo to thrust towards Abdul’s scimitar. The bo and sword collided causing both fighters to retreat into defensive stances. Abdul held his sword with one hand in front of him while Quatre held his bo with two. The royal cousin stepped towards the Prince and attacked. The Prince whipped the rokushakubo forward at the scimitar from his back hand with a quick twist of the hips. Quatre allowed the sword to spin his bo away as he controlled the rotation. The now lowered sword, allowed the fighter to swing the bo on his opponent’s head. Abdul’s glasses fell down on the sand as he fell forward a bit after the blow. Trying his best to maintain his balance he could feel himself and his sword go crashing to the ground.

Quatre had swung his staff down on the sword causing his cousin to fall completely forward. He smacked the fighter’s right hand with the tip of the rokushakubo and swept the scimitar out of reach. Taking the edge of the bo and placing it under Abdul’s chin, Quatre made him stand up by applying pressure to his neck. Before Abdul could completely stand, Quatre thrust his bo into his neck driving him into the sand on his back.

Standing over the pinned down fighter with his rokushakubo, Quatre stood triumphal and addressed his cousin. “Do you yield?” The wordless answer angered Quatre. With one foot placed over his cousin he brought his staff up and started to thrust the bo towards the other’s face.

“I yield!” Abdul felt himself screaming his answer as the bo approached his face. The bo landed two inches next to his cheek in the sand.

“I know.”

With that, Quatre pulled his bo up and walked towards Rashid. The crowd was cheering and howling as Abdul got up and dust himself off. After handing his rokushakubo to Rashid, he picked up his cloak and mantle and headed towards the palace. Abdul watched as his cousin walked back to the palace. ‘You will pay for humiliating me.’

Back at the palace, Quatre made his way to his father’s bedroom. He had a dreadful feeling. ‘Oh father please be okay.’ The young Prince burst through the doors only to see his uncle and his father’s first wife, Lady Une. Lady Une ran towards the Prince and fell to his feet.

“Your father is deathly ill; I know not what to do my Golden Prince. He started feeling sick after lunch.” Quatre reached down and helped the woman, who raised him as her own, up.

“Royal Mother, you need never to bow to me. I will see to my father. Please send for the healer and the High Priest. Royal Uncle, I need a moment alone with my father. Can you help Lady Une with my requests?”

“Yes, my Golden Prince.” The two left and closed the doors behind them. Quatre flew to his father’s side.

“Father please, talk to me.” Quatre squeezed his father’s hand. “I needed to talk to you for so long and now I fear that it is too late. I heard your brother and the High Priest speak of treason. I fear you may have been poisoned.”

“My son, I fear you are right. Your Mother is telling me I don’t have much time.” Quatre eyes widen with tears as his father’s shaky voice continued. “She is telling me my time is now and for you to beware of the great fiery beast. Do not let the beast consume your heart. Do not let vengeance…consume…patience…remember…love.&rdquo ; The last words sounded like Death himself speaking the words the dying soul couldn’t. The tears had finally fallen. His father was gone. His loving father was gone. An anger over took him as his thoughts raced.

“Golden Prince, you have summoned us.” The High Priest and the healer entered the room followed behind by Lady Une. The Prince stood up and looked as if nothing had happened at all. With an impassive face, he turned towards the three.

“I have no more need of you healer, my father is gone.” Quatre turned to the High Priest. “Start the rituals for his burial.” Quatre ignored Lady Une’s sobs and left the room. Once in his own room, he fell to his knees. ‘I will avenge your death, father. Patience is the key.’

The Kingdom mourn for their Sultan for four days. During this time, Quatre locked himself away in his room. It wasn’t until the fourth sunrise when the Golden Prince stood on the palace balcony. Everyone in the Kingdom came to hear and see their Prince speak. The High Priest was the first to address the crowd. “Good sunrise to all of Sandrock. I am blessed to be here today to announce The Anointing of our new Sultan. In four days, our Golden Prince will become the Golden Sultan of Sandrock.” The crowd erupted in cheers as the High Priest stepped back to allow his Prince to speak.

“People of Sandrock, our time for mourning is over. Joy and Peace is upon us. Go and prepare yourselves for all the future joyous celebrations of our Kingdom. Go in Peace.” The Golden Prince left the balcony and retreated to his soon to be throne. He stood in front of the throne and traced the jade and golden images with his fingers. ‘In four days I will expose the treason that has taken you from me.’

“Golden Prince, may I have a word with you?”

Never turning to face his uncle, he spoke. “I have no words I wish to hear at this time. Leave me.”

“I can not my Prince. We have many matters to discuss…”

“Do you not know your place?” Quatre finally turned around to look his uncle in the eye. “Will you dare disobey a order from your Prince.”

“I am sorry my Prince. I…we don’t talk like uncle and nephew no more. I loved your father, my brother, and I wish to amend the barrier that has surrounded us ever since his death.”

‘You lying dog.’ Quatre narrowed his eyes and turned his sight back to the throne. “My father’s death has made me a little less talkative than normal. Please respect that I am still in mourning. I will come around on my due time, not yours. Is that understood?”

“Yes my Prince.” The Royal Uncle bowed his head and took his leave.

The Kingdom celebrated the days leading to The Anointment with parties and festivities. The night before the fourth sunrise, the royal family enjoyed music, dancing and entertainment. The Golden Prince sat next to his cousin as the belly dancers pranced around the royal court. “So who will be your first wife? Will it be one of these belly women.” Abdul started laughing as he impersonated the dancers. Quatre let a little of the pressure ease off his shoulders as he smile at his cousin’s antics.

“Have fun my cousin. I am going to retire. I have a big day tomorrow.” Quatre left the party and walked towards his room but stopped in the hallway to look out the window. ‘Not a star in the sky, is that an omen?’ With a sigh, he went to his room and fell asleep.

The palace’s front garden was full of people and royalty. The stairs to the palace were decorated with flowers and jewelry from all over Sandrock. The night sky was fading as the sun was getting ready to grace the sky. All the royal court had exited the palace and stood on the landing of the front stairs. The High Priest and the Royal Uncle stayed inside to prepare the last minute adjustments for The Anointment. Such a joyous occasion, but the Golden Prince felt a panic rush over him. The pain pierced his heart and caused him to fall to his knees clutching his chest. Rashid was the first to reach Quatre.

“My Golden Prince, are you okay.”

“No, Rashid tell everyone to get out of here. I sense danger, great danger.”

“What do you mean my…” The words were interrupted by a ear piercing screech as a fireball ripped through the sky. People began to scream and run to get away from flames that were now engulfing the garden. The fireball seem to form into a shape of a burning bird. Every wing flap caused tiny flames to hit the Kingdom. The Guardsmen tired their best to contain the beast by shooting arrows, throwing swords and knives at the bird. Every weapon burned before reaching the flamed monster.

Without warning the bird turned into a fireball again headed exactly towards the stairs of the palace and the Prince. Rashid tried to get to Quatre first, but he was to late. All that was left was a smoldering hole.//

Sighing, the Golden Prince closed his eyes. ‘How could all of this happened? Why didn’t I react sooner? I knew of the poison and that bird. Now I am a prisoner of my own stupidity. I need to get out of here and set things right.’ Quatre stood up again and faced the wall and punched it with all the strength he had. Cringing from the pain in his fist, he started to rub his knuckles with the other hand. ‘Real smart. Now its bleeding.’ Falling back onto the ground the Prince pulled his knees to his chest. Closing his eyes as he rested his head on his knees he sighed deeply. ‘How am I to escape from a room with no exits?’

‘Who are you?’ Quatre’s eyes flew open as he realized that someone was talking to him. The voice didn’t come from the room but from his mind.

‘Now is not the time to go crazy. I am the Prince of Sandrock.’

‘I have been sent to rescue you my Prince.’

‘Okay since I am going crazy I will entertain the thought. Who is to be my rescuer?’ Quatre closed his eyes again only to see green eyes looking back at him.

‘The name is Trowa, and I assure you, Golden Prince; you are not going crazy.’ Before Quatre could response, he could feel the pain in his heart again. The pain was so excruciating that it caused him to passed out.

…Um, was that okay or what… Tell what you think or I don’t write no more…

*Fez - flat-topped conical hat: a brimless felt hat shaped like a cone with a flat top, usually red with a black tassel, worn by men in eastern Mediterranean and North African countries - Encarta ® World English Dictionary ©

*Rokushakubo - A full-size bo. In Japanese roku means six, shaku is a measurement of unit of about one foot in length, and bo means staff -Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia-
(Ro ku sha ku bo)

*Scimitar - refers to a sword with a curved blade from western Asia (Middle East). The name "scimitar" is quite prevalent when speaking of Arabian swords. In reality, however, there is no such "historic sword" called a scimitar. The word "scimitar" is most likely a derivative from the Persian shamshir. Modern vendors sell scimitars which are in fact fantasy blades with no historical bearing -Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia-
(Scim i tar)