Upon Silent Wings prologue
By Darkness and Light(darkness_and_light@hotmail.com)
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Bitter tears fell onto one of the illuminated screen lining
the shadow filled cockpit. Ragged gasps cut the silence as a hunched figure tried and failed
to repress his emotions. The salty stream traced a line down his cheek and gathered at the
precipice of his chin, hanging for a moment, then vanishing into the darkness.
Duo Maxwell shuddered as waves of despair washed over
him, his body flinching under the assault. He squeezed his eyes shut, a meaingless attempt
to block out the memories as words burned themselves into his mind.
-...under attack by an unknown force. Virgo squads seven
thru eleven have been annihilated. Libra has taken heavy damage. We can't..." The
unknown officer's voice vanished into a see of static.
"Farewell, tell Catherine..." Trowa was cut off as the
ponderous form of Heavyarms blurred and was consumed in a blinding flash of energy.
A fist lashed out and slammed into a monitor, a spiderweb
of cracks emerging. Fragments of glass mixed with blood fell away, flecks of crimson covering
white knuckles.
"NO! Trowa!" Quatre's throat caught, his quiet
weeping a lone voice in the orchestra of screams from the dying.
...Wing Zero paused in midstrike to take in the death
blooms marring the dark blackness. Heero released a scream of impotent fury before his vision
was filled with white...
Deathscythe's pilot watched as the stars themselves burned
themselves to nonexistance and soon he was alone in a sea of night. With a trembling hand
he reached towards the console, his eyes sliding shut as he prepared for oblivion.
"All is not lost Duo Maxwell." His eyes snapped open and
focused upon a cloaked figure, his dark flowing robes filling. the cockpit.
"I am the Wiseman." Duo peered into the depths of his
hood but only found an endless void. It pulled at his soul, Duo could feel his hold slipping
away as he stared into the bottemless pools of nothingness. "I will give you the ones who
did this, their actions have destroyed your reality. Soon, there will be nothing for you."
"Iie," Duo lifted his head, his emotion clouded eyes were
now clear and gleamed with an unholy light. "One thing remains for the Shinigami, the God
of Death." His lips thinned, his face contorting into a sardonic mockery of his characteristic
grin.
"Vengence."
"Usagi, stop it! Are you listening to me?" Luna sighed in
exasperation and hung her head. I swear, sometimes I think that she would have more
sense if her head really was a meatball!
Usagi giggled happily as she seemingly bounced around
the room. Finally, after the crisis with the Makaiju, Mamoru's was hers once again. She
sighed dreamily, a sigh of bliss and contentment. Mamoru had asked her to meet him at the
park for a picnic so they could discuss their future together. She could see it all now, a quiet
meeting in the park, a romantic boat ride, oh Mamo-chan...
Sensing the futility of her efforts, Luna turned to peer out
the window at the dark sky. That girl, sometimes she wondered how Usagi could be so ditzy
and bubbleheaded one moment, and be wise and selfsacrificing the next. She only wished
that the competent and dedicated young woman would emerge for less then a world
threatening crisis.
A shooting star danced at the edge of her vision,
blazing across the heavens, then was gone. Luna shivered despite the night's warmth.
It was a bad omen.
(End prologue)