Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED, but I do own the plot and any characters I come up with later on.
Hey everyone! Writer of Dreams here! There are a few things I would like to say before you get started reading my Fanfic.
First of all, I would like to dedicate this Fanfic to Angel of Dreams because it was she who inspired me to write thisFanfic.
Second, I think I should tell you when this stroy takes place. It takes place after GS ended and right at the begining of GS2. I has some things in common with GS2, but not a whole lot.
Well, I think you are ready to start reading my story now. Enjoy!
She looked out over the crowd at the platform that was built at the far end of the large high school football field. The platform was decorated with bright colored banners to attract attention from onlookers. There were rows and rows of people, either protesting or supporting different sides of the debate taking place. The two opposing sides were debating whether Naturals and Coordinators should cohabitate. Ambassador Markham of the Earth Alliance was opposing Natural/Coordinator cohabitation, where as Chancellor Nartha, of ZAFT, was all for it. Markham tried to make his point by stating that Coordinators thought themselves above Naturals. So, by all means, they should be above Naturals…way above….in space, where they belong because they are nothing more than genetic disasters. Chancellor Nartha, however, tried to make to make her point by being about the most humble Coordinator alive. She stated that without Naturals, their race would eventually die out because of the low birth rates in the third generation. So, she made her plea that Coordinators need Naturals.
This got quite a rise from the, mostly Natural, audience. Even though they were in ORB and the audience was mostly from ORB, who tried to remain neutral and friends with both sides, they were still Naturals and as Naturals they were quite surprised to hear this plea.
These going ons, the crowd bustling and the emphatic discussion on stage, went on for several more minutes and were all captured on film by 18 year old, war photographer, Miriallia Haww. She clicked the camera every time one of the speakers made a wide, pleading, gesture, trying to capture as much emotion as possible. She was perched high up in one of the private viewing boxes, usually used during a game, but, in this case, used as her private photo shop. Even though she was a far distance from the crowd and platform, she was able to catch every thing with her zoom lens.
She was getting ready to take another picture when she heard an odd scuffling noise coming from behind the wall to her left. Miriallia tilted her head and strain her ears, trying to hear what it was. This not working, she rose from the kneeling position she was in by the window and crossed over the room to the door of the "private box". She didn't know why she was going to check it out. It was probably just a janitor or something. But, for some reason, her gut told her it wasn't. So, she quietly opened the door, so as to not frighten away whatever was making that noise. Once in the halls, she turned to her right and stood in front of a door that, she knew, was the door to where the noise had come from. She stood in front of the door for a few moments to compose and prepare her self for whatever was behind that door. She was scared, but, didn't know why. After slowing her heart rate, she slowly turned the knob, and to her relief, the door made no sound as she opened it. She stood in almost horror of what she saw. It was a man, in a ZAFT uniform, holding a sniper rifle that was aimed at the platform.
Her mind still boggled, she gaped, but immediately brought herself to click a quick picture. At the same time, the man was about to shoot and his finger started to pull the trigger. But, at the sound of the click of her camera, he was startled, a shot was fired, and he missed his target. He quickly turned to her and stood to his feet, ready to lunge at her. Although still stunned, she managed to turn on her heels and run off, the ZAFT soldier chasing her closely, at her heels.
Miriallia ran through what seemed like a maze of halls. She was afraid, because of the amount of ground she thought she was covering, that she had taken a wrong turn and was entirely lost, never to find her way out of the impending doom that was facing her. She ran down flights of stairs, losing her balance several times, but managing, somehow, to avoid falling. The man behind her seemed to think nothing of the exertion he was putting forth, following her through the maze of stairways and tunnels, where as she felt weak and she was barely able to get enough oxygen to her lungs. He was obviously a Coordinator.
She was fading; she didn't know how much longer she could stand it, when, suddenly, she saw her escape. It stood right in front of her. She picked up her pace and charged for the exit door. She pushed the handle handlebar, but the door remained unmoved. She tried harder and harder; the ZAFT soldier closing in on her, fast. But, the door seemed to have been barricaded or locked somehow. She glanced down and noticed a lock on the door, that wasn't there earlier, when she had come into the stadium.
Miriallia, frantically, tried to open the lock, knowing it to be her only escape. But, it was too late. He was upon her and she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head. Then the brunette fell to the ground, unconscious.
YAAY! I finished the first chapter of my very first Fanfic! YAAY! Anyway, (says as calming self down) don't worry about the cliffhanger because I gave you another chapter as well. So, it's not much of a cliff. Please review, but be somewhat easy on me becase this is my first Fanfic. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chappie and I hope you like the next chappie as well. Enjoy!