08-Mar-2000
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor and massively depressed so don't mess with me. This story is for entertainment only and is a teaser for the Upon the Cross fic. Please enjoy.
"Where is she," the older man demanded. Quatre flinched.
"She gated just after bringing in the new man." Trowa paused, carefully considering his next statement. "She took her sword with her."
The older man paled. "Gods. Are you sure?" Trowa nodded and ignored the angry look his lover shot him. After several moments the man spoke once more. "Get the hunters, Trowa."
"Sir!" Surely he couldn't mean to...
"Not for a hunt," he hurried to assure Quatre and Trowa. "We need them to bring her back. Do you remember what happened the last time she used her sword?"
Quatre shuddered. Something had happened and Shiva had grabbed her sword and gated, not telling anyone where she was going. Five days later they had found her. She had been sitting on her heels in the middle of a still burning village. No one in the village was still alive to tell them what transpired. All they had was Shiva, sword and clothes covered with dried blood, staring blankly ahead. It had taken a full month to call her back from the mental hiding place her mind fled to. However, she hadn't come back the same. Shiva came back cold, quiet, and frightening. Once a careful warrior, now she took chances, and to all her former friends, it seemed as if madness lurked just beneath the surface.Trowa nodded his agreement and went to summon the hunters. Quatre silently watched his lover leave and prayed. Prayed that Shiva didn't try to fight the hunters; prayed that they didn't find her, but if they did find her and she did fight, Quatre had no idea which side to pray for then. No idea at all.