Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

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Re: Spoil of War, prologue

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Heero frowned, trying to remember. “I think so... Wasn’t that the city that was razed by the Oz army nine years ago?”

“That’s the one. The town was sheltering some enemies of Oz, so the army marched in and burned the place to the ground, killing every man, woman and child they could get their hands on. Over twenty-four hundred people were killed. But despite all Oz’s efforts, some people did live. They survived, and banded together, with only one goal in mind; revenge.”

Almost despite himself, Heero found he was being drawn forward, into the story. Trowa never talked much, but when he did, he was surprisingly eloquent. The green-eyed man continued.

“The Maxwell survivors became a thorn in Oz’s side for a long time. They never had very many people, only a few dozen at any one time, and no kind of weapons, so they resorted to guerrilla tactics. They would burn supply trains, stage night raids on barracks, cut communication lines, do whatever they could to fight Oz. They were unmatched in their ability to wreak havoc and then melt into the surrounding countryside, but inevitably, Oz soldiers killed them all off one by one.

“About five years ago, their leader, a man named Solo, was killed. His younger brother took over then; he was only twelve years old, but even trickier than his older brother had been. If anything, he was braver, more daring, and more brilliant than his predecessor, and did a hell of a lot of damage to Oz. Some people called him the God of Death, for the way he could kill dozens of Oz soldiers and vanish from the base without ever showing his face to a single soldier.”

Heero’s blood began to run cold, as unwanted calculations began to run through his head. Five years ago, Heero had been twelve. Five years ago --

“In the end, it was that which doomed him. Oz couldn’t ignore the Maxwell survivors any more; they were simply becoming too great of a threat to be ignored. Three years after Solo Maxwell died, Oz finally organized a full-scale expedition to eradicate the Maxwell survivors, with General Khushrenada at its head. Nine out of every ten men were killed; the rest scattered and were never heard from again. Without a leader, you see, even the fighters who survived had no chance against an entire army; Khushrenada knew that, and it was their leader, Solo Maxwell’s brother, that he wanted most of all.”

Trowa’s gaze drilled into Heero, with the icy finality of his next words. “Two years ago, the entire Maxwell force was destroyed. Everyone assumed that Duo Maxwell died that day... until now.”