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"Ellion - Book 2"Written By: Vega-Lume Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. This series
and all characters original to it are licensed by Sunrise and Madman
Entertainment. I claim no ownership, nor do I profit in any way from
this fan work Rating: R Warnings: Angst, non-graphic blood, Non-Graphic
Violence, Mpreg, Romance, Action/Adventure, Aftermath of Violence,
Alternate Universe, Elves, Magic, Character Death, Implied/Referenced
Character Death, Implied Sexual Content, Fantasy Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, 13xUne, 5xR Summary: Set in a world where one mad man tries
to rule all and destroy the last traces of magic, one young man must
overcome a life filled with war and death in order to save those he
holds dear.
"Ellion - Book 2" Part 2
Time seemed to favor them and they reached the small border town in just under two days. Looking at the three Ellean, Odin decided that only Trowa would go into the village. “I am sorry Your Grace,” Odin apologized. “Ozlain is most certainly looking for you now; they may have people who know your face here, especially since this is the closest village to where you escaped. I do not want to leave you here alone and Trowa will stand out far less than Master Chang.” “I understand, but what of our clothing?” “Kid’s clothing fits you fine in all the places that matter,” Odin said. “We will just buy what fits him and cut the legs shorter for you.” The Mage chuckled and looked down at the trouser legs that had to be cuffed twice because Heero’s legs were longer. The sleeves were a bit long too, but they fit well at the waist and across the shoulders. “We should be back before evening, just stay here and we will find you when we are done.” “We will, and please get me some more of those traveling cakes,” Quatre called out and Odin’s resounding laughter let him know that his request had been heard. “Kid and I have been here many times. If questioned who you are just say you are Nanashi from the Guild here under the training of Lowe and his Kid. No one will bother you,” Odin said as they climbed over a low rocky wall, the only sign a home had once stood there. Trowa acknowledged him with a nod and they started across an over grown field. “You must go in like you have been there before, like you belong,” Heero added. “That will bring less attention to you,” Heero trailed off quietly as they neared the gate. The guards let them in with hardly a glace and they strode purposely towards the livery to sell the horses and tack first. They were fine animals and sold quickly, the buyer did not even bat an eye over the fact that they were obviously Ozlainian horses. Assassins often sold items taken after a job; it was common business in Vuli to not ask many questions. Odin divided the money between them before they left the livery, then he said, “We do not have much time before dusk. Kid, take Nanashi to the outfitters and get the clothing, you know my size. I will get the food and gear from the market.” “Meet at the gate?” Kid asked. “Yes, one hour,” Odin replied and they parted ways. Kid and Nanashi had been in the outfitters for some time when Trowa suddenly spoke up, “boots?” Heero jerked and turned to look at him, “Excuse me?” Leaning closer he said quietly, “for Quatre, his slippers are not suitable for a long journey.” “Do you know his size?” Heero asked in an equal tone, Trowa nodded. “Get him a pair, we are getting enough that I doubt the outfitter will notice the size.” “I have never been that far East before, how long will the trip take?” Heero pondered the question for a moment then replied. “Nearly a month; as long as there are no delays,” Heero froze looking at the cloak that he held it was obviously made for a little girl, it was in a deep shade of blue, and trimmed with satin ribbon. “Wait here I must speak with Odin, now.” Stuffing the clothing in Trowa’s hands he quickly left the store in search of the man. A few moments later he found Odin haggling over a large pack bag. “Odin.” He hissed latching onto his arm. “Kid, where is Nanashi?” Odin asked looking past Kid. “I left him in the outfitters,” Heero told him. “What is so urgent that you could not wait until we were done?” “Jaylin.” “The baby?” Odin questioned. “What about her?” “I will not go that far away and leave her behind. We have to go back for her.” Odin sighed heavily. “You are right. Once we get to Hartou, there is no telling when we will be able to make it back to Ga-tew.” Heero sighed in relief. “Go buy some clothing for her then, and I will add some more food to my order. We can tell Blondie about the change of plans when we get back. It is a long trip so we can take turns carrying her when needed.” “Thank you, ‘Din.” “Hurry up Kid, the sun is setting.” With a nod Heero ran back to the outfitters. He found Nanashi where he had left him. “We are running out of time. Did you get everything you needed?” Trowa nodded. “Good, I have to get a few more things so take that lot up and pay for it, I will be along shortly.” Heero directed as he sorted through some of the children’s clothing. He had not seen Jaylin in several months; children grew so quickly that he hoped the few things he picked would fit her now. Several long moments later he joined Trowa who was holding two large wrapped bundles. “We will take these as well.” Heero told the woman and she quickly sorted through the items and quoted a price, which Heero accepted. Trowa raised an eyebrow at the deep blue child size cloak the woman was adding to the bundle. “The weather is very changeable right now; will the child need a bonnet or hooded cloak perhaps? I make this same one with a hood,” the woman said indicating the garment. Heero thought for a moment, “A bonnet,” he replied. “The days may get too hot for a cloak but she will still need protection from the sun.” “I will get you one, what is her age? So I can select the proper size.” “She is four years,” Heero replied and the woman slipped around the counter to rummage through a shelf for a moment. When she returned she held three bonnets, one was a simple cloth bonnet in a brilliant shade of sunny yellow. Jaylin loved bright colors but Heero knew the color was too noticeable. The second was plain white linen, not heavy enough to keep her head warm at night. The last was a very elegant heavy bonnet of emerald velvet with tiny white flowers and green satin ribbons. It was obviously intended for special occasions and not to be worn during a month long trek through the woods but the color was best and it was the warmest of the three. “I will take the velvet one,” Heero said and the woman beamed, it had taken her some time to make that bonnet but it was too dressy for this little town so no one had been interested in buying it, even after she had lowered the price. “Here, take this as well,” She said adding the white linen cap, “no charge.” “Thank you,” Heero replied and helped the woman bundle the clothing into a large piece of burlap which was then tied tightly with a length of twine. They bid goodbye to the happy woman and left the outfitters heading directly to the gate where Odin would surely be waiting for them. Heero ignored the blatant curiosity on Trowa’s face as they joined Odin; they did not speak again until after they collected the other two and were deep into the woods again. “Who is the little cloak and bonnet for?” Trowa asked bluntly when they stopped to repack their bundles. The Master Mage froze; the search for his traveling cakes momentarily forgotten. Heero took a deep breath and turned to face the three men, “I have a daughter, her name is Jaylin. I have left her in the care of the Sisters of the Temple of Ga-tew. I will not go to Hartou without her.” “I am sorry,” Quatre began in a serious tone, “but I must ask. Did you carry her or father her with a woman?” “Kid carried her,” Odin replied and the elves gasped. “Never in our recorded history has a female been born under the Ellion Crown,” The Mage said in awe. “Is that good or bad?” Odin asked and the blonde beamed. “It is splendid! Not only will our people be blessed with the knowledge that our Prince lives, but we have a young Princess as well.” The blonde clapped in delight then finally finding his traveling cakes, pulled one from the pack and took a large bite. “You told the woman at the outfitters that the child was four years, how old were you when you carried her?” Trowa asked. Heero shook his head, not looking up from the bag he was packing he replied, “I was thirteen.” “But the father, who?” Wufei asked and Heero turned slightly so his face was even more hidden. Odin shook his head and the Watcher looked ill. “Dekim, a general in the Ozlainian army, he took Kid during the battle on Hartou nearly five years ago.” Odin explained while lighting his pipe. He blew a ring of smoke towards the sky then continued. “I was ordered to kill the general and found Kid. I took him to safety and we have been together ever since.” “You left your child at the temple when you joined the Assassin’s guild?” Trowa asked. “Yes, I would not risk her safety by having her with me while I work. We visit her as often as we can but we have not been able to get to Ga-tew for some time as all of our assignments have been in this area.” Heero said as he accepted Odin’s pipe then took several puffs from it blowing smoke rings as well. The Mage was shocked, he knew their Prince would not be what their people would expect as he had not been raised as royalty but he was so different from what the Mage imagined during his years in captivity. Heero was a father, well a mother technically but he was also an assassin, a killer who murdered men for money then took their belongings. He smoked and probably drank liquor and he seemed hard on the outside but it was just a mask that hid the scared young man that deep down felt like he was a curse that caused death to people he loved if he stayed around them for too long. “Every one set?” Odin asked, pipe once again snuffed and packed away. “Just a moment,” the Mage requested suddenly. “You say you carried your child when you were 13 yet you were taken from Hartou just 5 years ago, correct?” “Yes,” Heero confirmed. “But that would make you just 17 years?” This time both Heero and Odin nodded; Odin had told him that once before when the first made their introductions. “Forgive me, but the battle that felled Ellion happened over 20 years ago and you were 3 weeks old at that time. That would make you 20, not 17.” Heero frowned, “I remember papa telling me that grandfather had said I was 6 when we met but Sally, a doctor in the Hartoun army had said I was closer to 4, so that was the age I always believed I was. I was really 7 at the time?” “We age slowly,” The Mage reminded him. Even with your magic sealed, Jay must have noticed that you were developing too slowly to be a human child and gave an age younger than you were, or it may have been another tactic to keep you concealed, Ozlain would have been looking for a 7 year old child, not a 4 year old baby.” “I guess that would be why you still look 15,” Odin joked, bumping shoulders with his brother and getting a small smile in return. It was clear Heero did not wish to talk or to hear anymore, so they double checked that they had everything and that they were ready and they set off, heading North West to the Temple of the Goddess in Ga-tew.
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