-~-
In the meantime, Heero,
Quatre, and Trowa had been talking to the Lady. Or they assumed that they had, for the courtyard they were in,
although it was open to the air (and showed a beautifully colored view of the
sunset and appearance of the stars) was swathed in depthless shadows along one
end. A kind woman’s voice spoke to them
from there, but they couldn’t see her, even with magical senses.
“…so, I’m very sorry
about breaking into the castle, but as you see, we’re trying to help our friend
and we needed water,” Quatre said, finishing up the tail end of a comment.
“Yes,” the Lady replied.
Suddenly, and without
warning, Quatre felt an intense pain in his head, like the worst of all
headaches. He moaned slightly and
rocked forwards, but thankfully, Trowa caught him.
Just as quickly as it had
come, the pain vanished, and someone started prying through his thoughts like
they were no more than a pile of books.
To his horror and amazement, Quatre was unable to shield against the
probing because of the residual pain in his head. Whoever was doing this had some idea how to, in any case.
At last, the search was
finished, and the shadows vanished, revealing a tall lady—as tall as any one of
them—wearing a long black robe thickly embroidered with gryphons, their
feathers and bodies picked out in metallic red, gold, and orange. Her long black hair had sections wrapped in
what appeared to be red and gold ribbons, and her golden skin glowed in the
torchlight. Behind her, against one of
the stone walls surrounding the courtyard, stood four gryphons—one of the
typical warrior-gryphon type, a light honey gold color, one that was steel grey
all over, one that was a dark brown color, and one that was sand colored with
black banding. Their gazes almost
slipped over the sand-colored one, but then they looked back to him, for there
was something quite odd about him—his hind half wasn’t lion-like! He had FOUR clawed eagle’s feet, and a tail
like a raptor—wholly birdlike. Quatre
felt compelled to stare at him, but turned his gaze back to the Lady instead.
“Forgive me for my
rudeness,” she said, walking forward and looking directly at Quatre, “But I had
to make sure that your motives were pure, and give you something…”
The naturemage suddenly
felt a memory unlock in his mind with all the casual grace of a flower
opening. He saw again the servant that
had died to bring him to Marenia, and she bore a striking resemblance to the
Lady. What the young gryphon had told
them raced to the front of his mind and he felt a wash of guilt. She had died for him?
’Little one, you’re really a cougar, you strive for peace and justice
just as they do, but you wear a jackal’s skin…sometimes,’ she told him, as the
waves washed over their boat. ‘This
little boat won’t last much longer…little one, remember, you’ll metamorphose
into a gryphon one day! Remember…’
At that second, the boat
had broken apart and left Quatre in the ocean to defend for himself.
Now back in the present,
the mage Quatre looked up at the Lady.
“My Lady, I am ready to
become a gryphon.”
-~-
The Trickster,
temporarily away from Duo, watched the goings on from above. He wasn’t happy, either. If this got carried out, it would ruin all
of his plans. Therefore, he’d just have
to stop it before something undesirable happened.
He floated down and made
himself visible, facing the Lady.
“Dear Lady,” he said, his
tone at its most condescending, “I simply can’t allow you to do this. You’ll understand someday, if you live long
enough, that is.”
The Lady glared at him,
while Trowa, Quatre, and Heero simply stared.
They couldn’t help but notice that he looked an awful lot like Duo…
“I suppose I’ll have to
kill all these humans, those pitiful bags of feathers, and you as well. It’s a pity, I mean, you made awesome fruit
pies, but it was not to be,” the Trickster said with mock sorrow. His expression changed suddenly into one of
grim determination, and he shouted something in a language that the humans
couldn’t make out. As soon as he
shouted it, he started to change.
The Lady shouted
something else and she began to change as well.
The transformations were
impossibly fast and smooth. Almost
before they realized it, the Trickster was a golden-red firebird, with evil
emerald eyes, and the Lady a black gryphon, fully raptorlike instead of
half-lion.
The two shrieked loudly
and took to the air, starting a battle.
The Trickster spat a fireball at the Lady, but she ducked and shot a
barrage of magical missiles at the other god.
He dodged them easily.
“It’s a stalemate,” Heero
said, gritting his teeth. He drew his
blade. “We have to help her, don’t we?”
“Yes,” Quatre replied,
watching the battle from the ground. He
looked at Heero. “But how do we get up
there to fight?”
Heero smirked. “A problem easily solved,” the king said,
sprouting his wings, which passed through his magical armor. With a jump and a few strong flaps, the king
was up into the fight.
Trowa concentrated, focusing
on a subtler level of magic, and formed wings, patching together several types
of birds’ wings. He wouldn’t be able to
hold them for long, so he held up his sword, ready to fly, when the silver wolf
on the hilt leapt off of it, leaving a long, two handed-grip, which was
considerably easier to handle than the old one had been. The diminutive wolf looked up at the
beastmage, and then spoke into his mind again.
-I must go find those
wolves and the cougar that came with you.
I have something to tell them,- he said, and vanished.
Trowa watched curiously
as a large droplet of golden liquid splattered to the ground, and looked
upwards. To his shock, it was the
Trickster’s blood—Heero had already scored several slashing cuts, and while
they weren’t particularly deep or serious, they were doing a great job of
gumming up the god-bird’s feathers.
The beastmage took off
then, flapping upwards. He waited for
an opening, when both Heero and the Lady attacked at the same time, and when
the Trickster flew upwards, he swung his sword down hard. It bit deep into the Trickster’s shoulder,
and the bird froze for a second, but that was all the opening that the king and
the goddess needed. They both attacked,
hard, and the Trickster fell. He
labored to stand up, and when he finally did, he glared viciously before
speaking.
“Fiiiiiineee you
wiiiiin,” he screeched. “For now!” With that, the god vanished in a swarm of
red and golden sparks. The three
fighters landed neatly on the ground, Heero and Trowa making their wings
vanish, and the Lady changing back into her other form. They took a moment to rest, and then the
Lady turned to Quatre.
“Quatre, now it’s more
important than ever that you become what you were always meant to be. I saw you glancing at my youngest son earlier,”
she said, indicating the sand-colored gryphon.
“Look at him again.”
Quatre swallowed, his
mouth suddenly dry, and turned to look at the gryphon. He met its eyes, and suddenly it spoke into
his mind.
-Quatre, I am
Ka’tor. I will help and guide you…-
That was the last he
heard, for he passed out.
-~-
When Quatre regained
consciousness, he saw Ka’tor, Rashid, and Trowa hovering above him anxiously,
silhouetted by a dark sky turning lighter.
-I’m sorry,- Ka’tor
immediately said. –If I had known that
you would faint, I would never have done it,- the gryphon rattled out.
“Ka’tor,” Quatre said, as
kindly as he could, “It’s okay. Stop
apologizing.”
The gryphon promptly shut
up.
Trowa looked at the
little naturemage curiously. “So, are
you a gryphondancer now?”
“No…not exactly…” Quatre
replied. “I don’t know the word for
it…”
“Gryphonmage,” the Lady
said, stepping up to the small group.
“They’re extremely rare, and that’s a pity, because they made all the
best emperors.”
Quatre nodded slightly,
even now feeling Ka’tor hovering unobtrusively in the back of his mind and
promising to lend him power for spells, should he need it.
“Little half-son,” the
Lady said quietly, leaning forward as the boy sat up to run a hand through his
soft blond hair, “I understand that you must leave soon, perhaps in no more
than a few candlemarks, if not sooner.
However, let me explain a few things…the Maguanacs have decided to set a
course for the Cat Dunes, if that is all right with you. You can obtain supplies there, and the Sand
Cat priestesses will aid you, since that particular goddess married one of the
first gryphonmages who was rewarded for his deeds. I’ve given you enough provisions to get there easily…but, little
one, watch out, please, for Ka’tor, and for yourself. He is my youngest son, and probably the last one I’ll ever
have. I won’t lie and say I won’t miss
him,” she said. She then looked at the
others, who had moved off slightly, and leaned in closer with a whisper. “You might have told them that you’re a
necromancer, but you didn’t tell them what kind, did you? Does even Trowa know the whole truth? If so, if it happens--”
“I pray it doesn’t,”
Quatre said, going pale.
“If it does,” the goddess
continued firmly, “Ka’tor will watch out for you, and help.”
“I don’t want to hurt
him,” the naturemage began in protest.
“You won’t. He’s smart, for all that he’s my youngest,”
she replied. “In addition, he will get
along well with those dragons better than a half-lion gryphon will.”
“All right,” Quatre
finally replied, grudgingly.
“Oh, if only I could keep
you here and safe from the Trickster’s plots…he is not evil, but his judgment
has been warped, and he is more stubborn than a mule. I do realize that you will probably have to walk into his
clutches to free your friend, though, so let me give you this,” she said,
handing Quatre a black crossbow. “This
crossbow never needs to be reloaded.
Use it well, little one.”
“Master Quatre, most
excellent Lady,” Rashid said apologetically, breaking into the conversation,
“we must leave soon.”
“I understand, Rashid,”
Quatre replied. He turned to the Lady
and thanked her by throwing his arms around her in a hug. She smiled slightly and hugged him back,
then pushed him towards Ka’tor.
“Go now, little one, free
your friend and Zarisnia!” she cried.
Quatre nodded and ran
towards the gryphon and the others, who gathered packs and moved towards a
secret passage leading outside quickly.
The naturemage leapt onto the gryphon’s back, easily catching hold of
the slick feathers, and they were off.
They landed outside the castle gates and met with the others. As they tied packs to their horses, the
wolves and Ni revealed the truth; that they had been drawn here by the very
wolf that had been on Trowa’s sword, and were now ready to fight. They also had some business with hyenas and
sand cats, or so they said, and had decided to follow and fight for the sake of
Duo.
Legend was another
matter, as Quatre now had to choose between a gryphon and a horse. Fortunately, the horse handed himself over
to be used as a packhorse, to the relief of all. It would make the going much easier.
At last, they were off,
going onwards towards their destination, as the sun began to rise.
-~-
Duo didn’t even look up
from where he was seated when the Trickster entered. He knew better than to do that; the Trickster might beat him if
he did so. However, when he saw golden
blood spattering on the ground near the Trickster’s feet, he did glance up
slightly, and saw that the god was bleeding from many wounds.
The god glared at the
thief angrily. “That stupid king of
yours is too strong. I can’t believe
that he’d be idiot enough to attack ME!”
It was as if the words
‘too strong’ had set off something in Duo’s mind—comments about Heero were
usually that he was weak, stupid, mean, and vicious, and only out to hurt
Duo. Duo realized suddenly that Heero
had attacked the Trickster, that the Trickster was imprisoning him, and that
he’d been broken. He felt like cursing
himself out a million times over.
Instead, he looked up at the god, keeping his expression bland, and
readied a magical spell. While the
Trickster was still raving, Duo lashed out with the cutting blade of power and
slashed the god across each cheek, leaving his golden blood trickling down his
face and neck.
The Trickster stopped his
tirade and stared at Duo, mixed emotions flitting across his face. Finally he settled for a contemptuous sneer
and tried false bravado.
“You don’t seriously
believe I was telling the truth, do you?” he said. “About the king.”
“Go,” Duo said icily,
“before I slit your throat. I bet I
just can, can’t I, since I have god’s blood?”
The Trickster swallowed
and left.
-~-
After traveling for
several days, the group reached the Cat Dunes, as predicted by the Lady. Also as predicted, the Sand Cat’s
priestesses welcomed them with open arms as soon as they realized what Quatre
was. They were allowed to stay in the
temple itself and so they unloaded the horses and went out to shop, except for
Heero, that is.
The king stayed behind,
as he was suffering from exhaustion.
Quatre sympathized and led on, leaving his friend behind for some much
needed rest. Heero curled up in the
room lent to him by the Sand Cat priestesses and quickly fell asleep.
He wasn’t expecting for
anything to happen, but something did.
As soon as he fell into the dreamscape, Duo appeared before him, looking
fairly well and worried. As soon as he
saw Heero, the thief threw himself at the king, colliding with him mercilessly
and knocking the breath out of his dream lungs.
“Heero,” Duo said
quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
pushed you away like that.”
“It’s all right,” Heero
replied. “Anybody can be broken.”
“I wish I hadn’t been,”
Duo replied. He frowned, then looked at
Heero and managed a weak grin. “At
least I’m better now, though. And by
the way, nice job on the Trickster.”
Heero managed a weak
smile of his own, just as he felt himself being jerked back. He frowned; he’d thought that he’d get to
sleep longer than this.
“Duo, someone’s waking me
up,” he told the thief. “Can you
stay…safe until we come to get you?
We’re nearly there.”
“Yes,” Duo replied
fiercely. “Yes, I can. Now go, it must be important, you just fell
asleep after all.”
Heero nodded slightly,
just before he was jerked into full wakefulness.
-~-
“Heero! Heero!” Wufei said urgently, shaking the
king’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, but we
have to leave. Now!”
“Why?” Heero asked,
dragging himself into wakefulness as quickly as he could manage.
“Zerixco’s sent his most
elite soldiers after us, and they’re on our tail. We’ll have to travel as quickly as we can.”
-~-
The Sand Cat priestesses
helped the group to the edge of the settlement just as the sun sank beneath the
dunes, taking its heat with it, and making the thick cloaks they’d packed
necessary. The moon rose, casting a
silvery light over the dunes, and sent small silver dust devils whirling about
in chilly winds.
“We’ll try to throw your
opponents off,” one of the priestesses said bravely, “but you must flee!”
The group nodded their assent,
almost as one. Heero agitatedly
realized that they had been rushed more and more as of late, as if being drawn
towards their goal by something…he hoped that it wasn’t a trap.
The horses stood ready
for endurance-spells to be laced upon them, as they might have to endure miles
of trotting or even galloping with little rest. Trowa moved among them, passing out special feed as well, and
soon everybody was ready. All looked
determined, even Relena and the Maguanacs, and none were ready to back down.
At last they were ready
to go, and they ran.
-~-
It wasn’t until five days
later that everything happened at once.
Heero and his group were rushing towards the Trickster’s Temple and
finally topped a dune, bringing it into full view.
It was a gigantic, towering,
spiraling mass of rock, more so than even the castle of the gryphons, and
written over with runes that glowed an eerie shade of red. The tallest tower was a speck from the
ground, and the group froze for a moment as Heero tried to think.
Meanwhile, Duo was on
that same top tower, for no apparent reason—it was a strange and awful
coincidence that Zerixco had pulled him up to the very top of the temple on the
very day that his soulbonded and the others arrived. The light was fantastic, as the sun was barely sinking into the
horizon, and after days of darkness, Duo’s eyes watered a bit at the sight.
“You’re all covered in
blood,” Zerixco said, pointing out the obvious as he looked at Duo’s proud but
broken wings and frame. “You do need a
bath, don’t you?”
Without warning, the evil
emperor summoned a large amount of seawater with a rough but powerful
spell. It crashed into Duo mercilessly,
sending salt deep into his fresh cuts and breaking the older ones open; they then
received the same treatment. Duo
couldn’t hold back a hoarse scream as the water battered his broken wings.
Zerixco daintily stepped
through the water, having used a spell to keep himself dry, and looked at Duo,
sodden thoroughly and shivering once the downpour ended. He looked over the boy and licked his lips
slightly, leaning in.
“You’ve got to give me
more credit than that, you bastard,” Duo said, throwing his bangs out of his
eyes.
“Oh, but if you were to
forsake your country, I’m sure this…incident…could be mended and forgotten, and
you’d be in the lap of luxury…” Zerixco began.
“Never,” Duo said
forcefully, glaring. He felt something
tugging at the edge of his senses, something that refused to be ignored. His thieving senses sprang to life and screamed
to be recognized, and he realized what it was.
His heart soared with joy, yet he kept his face locked in a mask. “May you burn eternally in the worst hell
there is, and may you be aware for every second of it,” Duo said icily as the
sun sank, casting bright red light around them.
Zerixco seemed to sense
that something was wrong, but couldn’t place it—and turned just in time to see
Ka’tor dive towards him and brutally ram him, throwing him backwards and off
the tower.
The emperor, however, not
to be outdone, grabbed Duo’s wrist, jerking the thief after him. The fall and the wind rushing past and
upsetting his damaged wings was too much for Duo—the thief king passed out.
-~-
Heero was clinging to
Tsubasa’s back, riding towards the castle at her fastest gallop, when he saw
Zerixco and Duo start the deadly plummet.
He shouted for Shadow immediately, but the black winged one was a step
and a wingbeat ahead, and already flying towards his master. The black horse kicked Zerixco savagely,
snapping the man’s arm away from Duo’s wrist and breaking it in the process,
and dove, catching the thief on his back and flying away at full speed.
Heero turned to the
emperor with a glare. He couldn’t go
after Duo now—not when he had other matters to deal with. Something stopped him, however—a sight of
reddish plumage from the top of the tower.
The Trickster!
That had to be dealt
with.
Heero guided Tsubasa
upwards.
-~-
Quatre and Ka’tor dove as
fast as the sandy gryphon could go, heading downwards, hoping to stop Duo’s
descent. Upon seeing Shadow catch the
thief, they halted momentarily, but when they saw Zerixco slow his own descent
with a spell and land perfectly, Quatre’s rage boiled over.
-Quatre,- Ka’tor said
worriedly, -Try and keep calm.-
“I’m calm,” Quatre said
out loud. He kept repeating it to
himself. He was calm. He had to be calm at the moment. However, he motioned for Ka’tor to land all
the same. The gryphon complied, and the
naturemage leapt off of his back neatly, turning to stare at the emperor.
Zerixco took one look at
the gryphon and nonchalantly threw a spell at him. Ka’tor deflected it easily, but it only served to feed his
mounting fury.
“Ahh, let me see here,”
Zerixco said, looking over Quatre and Ka’tor.
“If I’m not mistaken, you’re one of those vile Winners, aren’t you? Peace gets us nowhere, you do understand
that,” he remarked. “I also hope you
know that your father is finally dead.
I completed it myself, and what a pity, it appeared he was on the mend.”
Perhaps the emperor had
been hoping to make Quatre go out of his mind with grief, or scream that it
wasn’t true, giving him the chance to launch an attack. However, that wasn’t what happened. Instead, the comment knocked Quatre’s rage
over the edge and out of control.
Not even Ka’tor could
save him now.
Quatre’s Rage-Necromancer
side had been unlocked, and it wanted blood and vengeance.
-~-
“It’s quiet,” Relena
whispered to Noin. “It’s too quiet.”
“Shh,” Noin said,
motioning for Relena to be quiet. The dragons behind them laid hunched down
and mostly covered in sand, their ‘bounds hidden as Relena’s small group, the
Maguanacs, and the animals were.
-Something’s coming,- a
voice said in their minds. After a
brief moment’s search, they realized it was Dhan. They wasted no time in wonderment, however, but instead readied
themselves for battle.
Sure enough, it was forty
of Zerixco’s elite soldiers, and they were ready to fight. According to the odds, it was slightly less
than two to one against—but the dragons tipped the odds in their favor
somewhat. That wasn’t the issue
though—making sure they didn’t reach Heero, Quatre, and Trowa was.
-Attack,- Dhati
whispered, just as the dragons broke from the sand and began wreaking
havoc. Wufei and Meiran drew their
swords and leapt into the fray, while the Maguanacs used thick, heavy scimitars
to their advantage. Relena raised a
crossbow and hit one in the arm, leaving him stupefied for a moment while Noin
finished him off. Hilde fought hard as
well, as did Sally.
Perhaps the greatest
accomplishment was that of the two wolves and Ni. They were everywhere at once—or so it seemed—biting, slashing,
roaring, and mauling their opponents.
The battle raged on, but the forces were evenly matched, and the outcome
was somewhat unclear.
-~-
Heero flew upwards on
Tsubasa’s back and finally landed on top of the tower. Sure enough, the Trickster was there, in his
Firebird form, watching with baleful emerald eyes. He stepped back when he saw Heero, as if debating, but then
flapped his wings together, throwing a cyclone of flame at the king.
Heero leapt to one side,
going into a diving roll, and sprang to his feet, putting an arrow to his
readied bow and firing. It hit the
Trickster in the wing, the barbed arrowhead slamming deep into the flesh. The gigantic god-bird screeched, and Heero
froze for a moment, totally stupefied by the noise. Only Tsubasa saved him from being incinerated by grabbing the
back of his tunic in her teeth and jerking hard. His back cracked against the stone, and he remembered the task at
hand. He whipped another arrow to the
string and shot it quickly, and hit the Trickster in the eye. This time he was ready, and plugged his ears
as the bird flailed about, screaming loudly.
The noise quit quickly enough and Heero drew his sword, sprouting his
wings. He stayed to the god’s now blind
side, and flapped up, slashing.
What he didn’t count on
was the horrific speed of the bird.
Shooting at even swift targets was manageable, but by the time he swung
his sword, the Trickster had long since dodged. In the battle with the Lady, the bird had been too concentrated
on the goddess to worry about the king, but Heero had no such advantage now
unless he could make one for himself.
“Haste,” he whispered,
his voice rippling away in silver waves.
Silver feathers appeared from nowhere and small silver tornadoes
appeared. The two talismans of air
whipped around his body, lightening it and granting it more speed. Heero used it well. He was now a match for the Trickster in
speed and went to work.
-~-
Zerixco watched in
amazement and no little amount of curiosity as the boy before him…shifted. That was the only word for it—his pale hair
turned black, his blue eyes red, and his skin took on a dull ashen hue. Even his clothing changed in the blink of an
eye from a long desert robe to thick black armor that he seemed to wear like
air.
Quatre, now fully in
rage-necromancer form, ignored the wails of Ka’tor in his mind and turned to
Zerixco.
“You ruined a country,”
he said, raising the crossbow the Lady had given him. He fired a bolt, hitting Zerixco’s left knee.
“You impoverished her
people,” he remarked, firing again and hitting the emperor’s other knee. The man fell to his knees, driving the wood
and metal in further.
“You used magic and it
ruined her weather,” he hissed, eyes narrowing as he shot the emperor in his
left elbow.
“You stole her riches for
herself!” Quatre shouted, firing and hitting the emperor in his broken arm.
“Mostly, though, you’ve
imprisoned and tortured so many. Duo,
those animals from your menagerie that aren’t beautiful enough—surprised that I
know?” Quatre asked, firing and hitting the man in his chest. Zerixco gasped, knowing that he was dying,
but too enthralled by the killing machine before him to fight back.
“And you killed more than
you even imprisoned, which is the worst of all. My father is not the only one—you killed unicorns. You killed innocents. You killed your own. For that alone you deserve death. Consider this a kindness,” Quatre said,
firing a bolt straight into Zerixco’s head.
The boy suddenly dropped
the crossbow as his coloration changed back to normal. He glanced at the dead emperor, and suddenly
the full impact of what he’d done hit him.
“By the goddess, what
have I done?” he whispered, falling to his hands and knees and sobbing, ignoring
the relieved sighs of the very land herself, and the sound of footfalls on sand
as Trowa ran towards him.
-~-
The second that the
emperor died, the Trickster turned and glared at Heero.
“My business here is
done,” he screeched, “but don’t think you’ve seen the last of me!”
With that, the god
vanished, leaving Heero attacking something that wasn’t there. The king cursed and landed, staring at empty
air. He then turned to Tsubasa.
“Let’s find Duo,” he
said.
-~-
Just as the last of
Zerixco’s soldiers were defeated, the Maguanacs stopped and stared up at the
sky. Relena and the others paused and
looked at them for a second. At last,
the princess walked up to Rashid and gently placed a hand on his arm.
“Rashid, sir, excuse me,
but what are you looking at?” she asked.
“Do the constellations say something?”
“No, no…the sky is simply
free…at last…” was all that Rashid would say.
-~-
Quatre finally stopped
sobbing and simply leaned against Trowa’s chest, listening to the beastmage
speak.
“It had to be done,
Quatre,” Trowa said softly. “Even if
we’d managed to imprison him, he’d have to be executed for his crimes. You have to understand that.”
Quatre nodded slightly.
“What you did can’t be
considered murder either, since you weren’t yourself at the time,” Trowa
said. He felt Quatre stiffen in his
arms. “I saw it. But don’t worry, we’ll find a way to help
you.”
“Oh, Trowa, thank you,”
Quatre whispered, hugging him tightly.
“I believe you’re the
emperor then, aren’t you?” Trowa asked, smiling at the boy. Quatre managed a shaky smile in return.
-~-
Tsubasa flew over the
dunes quickly, the rising moonlight casting a dreamy silver tint over
everything. At last, she found Shadow,
and landed nearby. Duo was there; he
was laid out on the silver sand, broken wings horribly evident. He was still unconscious.
Heero walked over quickly
and winced at all the injuries. He
turned to the winged ones, a pained look on his face.
“Is there any way I can
heal him?” he asked.
-It’s there, inside your
soul,- was all that Tsubasa told him.
The king turned and began
to search. He found something that
might work, and so set to using it—he managed to mend all of Duo’s injuries
except for the wings. To his horror and
dismay, he found that he could not manage to fix them, except to heal the
breaks. They had been broken too badly
to ever set properly again.
Heero fixed up the wings
as best he could, and sat back. Soon,
Duo awoke, and smiled upon seeing Heero.
“Heero, you found me at
last,” he said, grinning. “I never had
any doubt you would, but…think you could have gotten here, oh, say, ten minutes
earlier? That salt water was pretty
harsh.”
Heero managed a weak
smile and crawled over to sit next to Duo.
The two sat in silence for a moment before Heero managed to speak. “Duo…your wings are broken too badly. I don’t think you’ll ever fly again.”
Duo glanced at the king
slightly, and then leaned against him, pulling the broken wings back into his
body as he did so.
“They were born of
sorrow. I’d rather fly with yours…yours
came from triumph, after all,” he said, grinning. “Remember, I was there to hold your hand through the whole
ordeal. You cried like a baby, Sir
King!”
Heero glanced accusingly
at the thief. “It hurt…”
“Some things worth having do,” Duo said softly. He glanced at the winged ones, then out at the sand. “Some things worth having always do.”