12-Feb-2000
Well, someone said people don't appear as themselves in crossovers, so here is
a very old fic I have been working on. I started this in August and haven't done
much since. I am still lining up all the 108 heroes. Sigh, it's taking forever
Anyway, here it is. All the characters appear as themselves.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the GW guys. I have no money. Really. This story is for entertainment only. Later chapters will have yaoi and
yuri. If you can’t handle that, don’t read them. If you are under 18, please leave. Questions and comments are welcome. Flames will be
made fun of and used to cover the bottom of the birdcage. As my Grandmother always said: If you can’t say anything nice, shut up!
This story will eventually be a crossover with at least 12 animes. Please be patient and enjoy the fic.
108 Heroes by Phoenix
Prologue
In a dark inn, an old man began to speak:
In ancient times, dark things walked the earth. They hunted mortals with impunity for nothing was strong enough to stop them. Then
one day a great hero went on a journey. He left the land he loved to save it from the old ones, the dark ones. To other lands he
traveled. Always looking for heroes. It was his hope to gather heroes from all the lands and stand against those who hunted man for
sport. For many years he traveled and then one day he returned home. With him came a group of strangers. From lands beyond
imagining, heroes had come to fight and die for what they believed and loved.
One hundred and seven heroes had come. Each a warrior in their own lands, they were stranger than anything anyone in the village
had ever seen. For many days they were welcomed and plans were made, however, a jealous woman warned the dark ones about the
heroes. She wanted one hero in particular dead and the old ones promised not to harm her chosen. One should never trust evil. Evil
lies.
Late one night, as the heroes rested, the village was attacked by the gathered forces of the ancient evil. It was a desperate battle. The
heroes were surprised, but determined and fierce fighters. By dawn, the village was gone and the tide of battle had swung to favor the
old ones. They slowly encircled the heroes till no escape was possible. Yet despair did not claim the heroes. Even as they raised weary
heads and limbs to continue fighting, a great light began to surround them.
It is said that when minds and hearts are joined as one anything can be accomplished and as the sun peeked over the horizon, one
hundred and eight hearts, souls, and minds joined with one goal: destroy the evil that destroyed them. The light reached out. Where it
touched an old one, smoke and inhuman screams filled the air. Still the light grew. For one second, a new sun was born on that far
away land; christened with the screams of dying monsters. Then it was over. The light faded leaving scorched earth and the dead
bodies of the heroes.
By noon members of the neighboring villages had come to see what the light had been. They found a devastated village, many bodies
with terrible wounds, and a group of bodies set in a circle, at the center of a scorched area, with no marks on them. The bodies were
quickly buried, but the ones that showed no reason for death were burned. People avoided the area and never again inhabited the
region.
No one ever connected these strange events with the sudden disappearance of the old ones. History forgot the brave sacrifice. People
all but forgot the old ones. They are supposed to be legends, myths, with no power to harm anyone. This is not true, however. The old
ones were not destroyed; they were sealed away. Now the seal grows weak and the time for the heroes to return has come. Once more,
brave souls must fight a battle to save this world. All one hundred and eight must be found and reunited. If they are not, this world will
drown in darkness and evil.
The old man stopped speaking. Everyone gave the storyteller a few coins for his tale, though they thought it uninteresting . In the
darkest, most isolated corner of the inn, a group of five young men sat.
"Do you think that’s why we’re here, Heero?" One of them asked. The speaker’s long, chestnut braid just peeked out of the darkness.
"Yes." A terse voice replied. "That may be why we were brought to this world."
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