Author's note: Well, I've been into Fantasy stuff for a while soI thought might as well give this a shot.

Pairings: 1xR, 2xH, (3x4, 3xD, 4xMU?), 5xS

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing

Moonshine

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"Fall angels who are not good enough to be saved, nor are bad enough to be lost."

Fairy and Folk Tales of Ireland

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Long ago, when magick still roamed through the world and the many 'worlds' of each race were united.

Ruled by different strong individuals chosen by fate, each major clan had their own leader.

Duo Maxwell of the Pixies, mischievous and pranksters of the lot was young despite his age but ruled well over his country with the help of the Elder that appointed him ruler.

Chang Wufei, strong leader of the Dragons had a temper that could beat any other, mainly towards his wife and Queen of Dragons, Meiran. It was well known that the Elder, Doctor S as he preferred to call himself, insulted the young teen's wife and thus was never seen from again.

There were also the fair Nymphs, in tap with all nature and the Earth, elemental spirits of both magick and non. The ruler being the kind hearted and peace-loving Quatre Winner whom enjoys the silent company of the Dryad leader.

Trowa Barton, the Dryad leader, was indeed silent but his words well spoken and chosen well said. His sister, Catherine helped him advise and rule over his kin and lands.

All of these young teens were chosen not through bloodline, but by their Elders to rule over their kin.

There was only one though, that was not chosen by the Elder but by bloodline. Ever since the world was first formed, the clan had ruled over the earth with the blessings from the Gods and Goddesses, bestowing power and safety to all of magick and shelter to kind Humans. The Clan had ruled with a hidden and unknown power. Yet of all the mystery in the strongest clan that controlled every magickal being, there was also the greatest tragedy…

Chapter One, Berkshire England

"Once upon a time, there was a little prince that showed the greatest promise to the world. He was handsome, powerful, and most of all kindhearted.

Then, one day the elder of the Wing clan, the most powerful clan of them all, asked if he could take the little prince and train him to be perfect.

The Queen and King, sensing the man's malign intentions denied the request and sheltered their son from the man. Until both of them were mysteriously killed." The King said, reciting the story from memory to his fifteen year old daughter who was, as always and forever, enchanted by the tale.

"Why did they die?" The teenager questioned from under the covers, hair neatly braided to not get tangled during her sleep.

Her honey-colored hair glistened and shone beautifully in the firelight and her aquamarine eyes were wide with the mystery and magick of the tale that had long since enchanted her. She even dreamed of finding the prince and marrying him.

"Some say that the Elder killed him but no one is really for sure." The king replied back to his daughter Relena Peacecraft.

"That's so sad." Her eyes became slightly glossy.

"Relena, dear," The King said, trying to console his sorrowful daughter. " It's only a story."

Relena sniffled and the King took this as a cue to leave as she brushed his large hand over Relena's head, brushing back some of her bangs. "Good night, dear." He gently kissed her forehead and walked out of the door, the candles being put out by the handmaids.

"I know it's not just a story. I'll find you, little Prince."

TBC