Disclaimer: I don’t own any gundam wing characters, sunsit or whoever does I don’t want to be sued or anything I just like writing about these cute guys.
Summary: A race of people that have the ability to change from human to dragon have been destroyed. All except for one, and she has been enslaved. Trowa is the hero and you get the picture. Pretty much a drama/romance but it takes a while before Trowa even enters the picture let alone you see romance. My first fic, so helpful critique will be welcomed warmly. No lemons or limes, no yaoi or anything. Pretty straight forward.
Notes: It takes a while before you read about any gundam guys but please have patience and read it through anyway. Oh yeah and my dragons have scales on top of their wings(tiny ones) but not on the bottom. They are built kind of like a T-Rex, with really strong hind legs except that the fore legs are fairly strong too. I hope this is helping. If anything seems out of place just e-mail me and I’ll change it if I see fit. Thanks.
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The Dragon by Palm
Chapter One
It was starting, she heard the rumble of engines as they opened the gate. It was time for the battle, her battle. Of course no one knew she was a female, they knew her as The Dragon. It was her only name, The Dragon, and they chanted it like a war cry. These people had desires only for blood and fights. Now she would give them what they wanted. Death, destruction, annihilation. She crouched down close to the floor, preparing herself for flight. Light cracked through the ceiling over her head. The gates slowly creaked to a stop. For a moment she considered simply staying down and not coming out, but then her enemy would have her trapped and she would die. I don’t want to live like this but I don’t want to die like this either, she thought. With a powerful heave of her legs she was in the air. In seconds she was high above the ring surveying the area for her opponent. She saw an empty arena. She gently circled down and landed, wary of the empty ring.
As soon as she landed the rumbling started again as several doors around the arena opened and soldiers filed out into the ring. Most carried weapons others pulled wagons filled with crates. She watched the growing number of soldiers and thought I’m going to need a miracle to survive this, Undaunted by her odds, The Dragon waited to see what formation the tiny human beings would take. They rushed around forming into groups of about fifty, with five groups she calculated that they were about two hundred and fifty humans strong. A man stood on a balcony, he was the owner of the arena and The Dragon. His face was marred by a scar that started above his eye and ran down to his jaw. She didn’t have to see him to know this, she had given him the scar. When he had captured her, he walled up to her cage to tell her something. Before he could say a word she slashed at him with her small dragon claws. That was the first time she felt electricity.
The Dragon crouched, opened her wings and leaped into the air. The tiny humans quickly started assembling large cannons, one cannon per group. Five against one is hardly fair, she thought, maybe I should even out the odds. She tucked in her wings and made a fast dive at the closest group. She plummeted down as if to crash but opened her wings at the last second. Landing softly she quickly whipped her tail around, decapitating many and fatally injuring others. At the same time she threw a crate of dynamite at the cannon. She crouched and spread her wings, but hesitated for only a moment to set fire to the dynamite. She leaped as a large explosion followed her into the air, leaving no survivors. This is going to be easier than I thought, these humans are so stupid.
The remaining guns the soldiers had built, started firing. She realized that if she could get them to fire straight up, the spiky cannon balls would come straight down. She circled around and made a pass over, but they were smarter than she thought they were. Every time she passed over they stopped firing until she was past. So she changed her tactics, becoming more subtle she made circles slowly getting smaller and smaller. Eventually she got them to fire so the balls landed only meters away from the group, but when they saw this they again ceased fire. One shot fell short, not even close to hitting her. She quickly flew down and managed to catch the spiky cannonball with her clawed feet. She swooped low over one group and hurled the weapon at the center where the giant gun lay. The heavy metal sphere severely damaged the cannon and killed a few soldiers.
She slowly flew back up, cocky with her success. She heard a gunshot just before she felt a chain wrap around her leg, slamming her down to the ground. Furious that she had been outsmarted by the tiny humans, she screamed with a fury that struck fear in the hearts of her enemy. She flung herself forward, in an effort to escape. Only to be jerked back down to the ground. The tiny soldiers quickly surrounded her and waited. What are they waiting for? she wondered nervously.
Screaming in rage she flared her nostrils and inhaled with all her strength. The flames pushed back the enemy for a moment but caused no damage. Her tail whipped around searching for a target but never found one. She looked back to see what the chain was tied to, but all she could see was a steel rod protruding a few inches from the ground. It must go very deep to hold this long, she thought, constantly pulling on it with her leg but if I fly straight up. She backed up till she was directly over the rod, opened her wings and leaped into the air. She felt the rod pull out a few feet before it stopped and refused to budge. Her beating wings struggled against the restraint. She felt bullets tear through the exposed underside of her wings. The only place on her body without scales. She screamed in pain as she fell crashing to the ground. The pain in her wings was enraging but she was forced to take defense. She closed her eyes, ears and nostrils, kept her wings close by her side, and crouched down. She had to take a hold on the situation, somehow. She lashed out with her tail, but all she hit was air. Without sight, smell or hearing, she would have to rely on her sense of heat.
They started closing in, slowly but surely. Although she was surrounded, instinct demanded she back up. She took a couple steps when her foot hit the rod she was chained to. The metal was rough and weak, and badly bent from her pulling on it. She turned around and put her nose close to the metal. Using the hottest part of the flame she weakened the metal, but the soldiers were closing in. She slashed around with her tail, keeping the soldiers at bay. Soon the metal was weakened enough to break, and with one tug of her leg it melted apart. The chain remained latched onto her rear leg, but it was no hindrance. She used it as a defense, as she whipped the chain around the red hot metal put the advancing army on defense. She still couldn’t fly or open her eyes, but it was a start.
She managed to push her way through a hole in the surrounding soldiers with the hot metal rod. She still couldn’t fly and she was heavily outnumbered. What can I do? It is hopeless, there is nothing left to do except die, she thought. The army charged with weapons ready. She watched the oncoming men and prepared herself for death. She thought of that man who had made her what she was. She thought of her hatred for him and how giving up meant that he had won. Then she thought of the egg inside her, the egg she hadn’t laid for fear of it’s safety. She thought of never seeing it grow up, never seeing it fly or being free. At that point the soldiers were crawling all over her, and something inside her snapped. A barrier had been broken, she became a mother protecting her baby. Her eyes flashed open and turned from red to black as her most primitive instincts took over. Her scales turned from blood red to ebony as a black glow covered her body. She tapped into a hidden power deep inside, and they knew that there was no chance of survival. Machine guns fired but she felt no pain, she was beyond feeling anything but rage. How dare they try to take the life of my child. The cannons fired at her but she slipped in around the shots and destroyed the cannons with swift kicks.
The remaining soldiers began panicking, many running back to the doors begging to be let out. She had defeated yet another challenger, and had yet to be defeated. She had never been allowed out until she finished off the enemy. Driven by an adrenaline filled fury she picked up a cannon and hurled it at the men pounding on the gates, killing or wounding them all. The rest burned to death by her flames. Everything was quiet and still, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The last noise she heard was the terrifying scream ripped from her throat as she realized what she had done. she crawled back down into her dark cage. Exhausted from the fight, she fell to the floor. Her wings still crawled with pain, until she drifted into oblivious sleep.
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Trowa’s scanner showed that the small moon was crawling with humans. But why, he thought, there is no record of humans inhabitaing this moon. He flew in closer and contacted the first landing site he found, and was granted permission to land. He shut down all systems except the alarm and defense, no reason to be stupid in a new enviroment he thought. His stomach growled with hunger as he walked out of the docking area. He ignored it, as he had done many times before. They hand’t charged him for docking, or landing yet, but they would before he left. Maybe he could find some work, staying for awhile didn’t sound bad. It wasn’t as if he had anything or anyone to go home to.
In his mind he flashed back to that horrible day he lost everything.
He was inside the animal tent, feeding just as he had for many days. Catherine walked in, she stayed behind a crate of animal feed as she wacthed him. He knew she was there, he could always sense her presence. She watched as he fed the animals, saw his natural connection with them. It never ceased to amaze her. She felt her heart squeeze with compassion for his lost childhood. Quietly she left, and once again he was alone. Everything was peaceful and quiet, like the calm before the storm,he found himself thinking. The animals started moving around, getting nervous and wary. Immediately, he was alert but it was already too late. All he could do was take Heavyarms and destroy the mobile dolls that had taken away the only thing he lived for. Everything was destroyed, he had been to late. If only he had been more alert, or more ready, he could have stoppped them.
That thought quickly put him into a depressing mood. A mood that suited perfectly what he saw as he opened the exit door of the transport terminal.
He saw a city filled to the brim with scum, betting and the usual watch-your-own-back attitude. No sense in asking anyone for help or advice, it would probably just lead to deception. He walked around for a bit, keeping an eye open for work. He was about to walk into a restaraunt, when he noticed that almost every single person on the street was heading for the huge dome he had noticed earlier. He wondered now what it was used for, and decided to find out. The noise in the street was deafening, but everything Trowa heard was English.
The building was on the very edge of town. When he finally reached it, he hesitated for a moment before following the crowd inside. Everyone he saw was betting, and the money was only crudely colored paper. Stunned by the simplicity of these people, he continued on down the tunnel until he came to the end, where he found a huge arena. The mere size made Trowa gasp in awe, what could possibly need such space for performing. He made his way through the crowd to stand at the very edge. Looking down he noticed that there was blood stained into the ground, and then he realized that this was no circus act. This was wagering on a war. He waited for a few minutes before he felt the ground shaking, and saw the floor opening in the arena. When it stopped he thought he saw something red flying out but couldn’t make out what it was. Then as the creature slowed to soar around the arena, he gaped in the realization that it was a dragon.
A monster he thought existed only in fairy tales flew around the arena, then landed in the center. Trowa couldn’t take his eyes off it, then he saw several other doors opening around the walls of the arena. When he saw how many soldiers filed out and the weapons they carried, he thought that this would be the last and only time he saw this magnificent creature. He watched the battle, hoping desperately The Dragon would win. When she finally returned to her prison Trowa had decided his next course of action. He was going to visit The Dragon.
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E-mail me about what you think, is it worth continuing? Is Trowa in character? It’s my first fic so don’t burn me or nothing, just some helpful critique please. Thanks for reading so far!!