In the far distant past, when the Earth was young, men dwelt here with beings of magic and mischief...

"Heero Yuy," The voice of Sirion, head of the Archangels of the Sky Kingdom rang in the air.

"Where is that lad?" Sirion muttered irately to himself. "He's so secretive. Never tells anyone where he's going. Creator forbid that we knew where he was."

"But we do sir." Xyrrel, Sirion's seconed in comand said.

"What?"

"He's on a mission."

Better not to ask, Sirion thought. Instead, he went on, "What mission?"

Xyrrel thought for a minute. "I can't recall, sir."

"You don't know?"

"Well..." Xyrrel shrugged sheepishly.

Sirion sighed. "I guess we'll have to wait for him to come back... still, this kind of thing wouldn't happen if only he'd take someone ELSE on these missions of his!"

Sirion shuffled some of the paperwork on his desk, and settled down to wait for the young angel to return.

Three days later...

An irate looking boy walked up to Sirion's desk, dark brown hair slightly mussed, and dark blue eyes expressionless.

"I'm told you were looking for me."

Sirion looked up from his work, locking eyes with the angel in front of him.

"Where were you?!" He almost boomed, "You've been gone for three bloody days boy!"

"I was on a mission." Heero replied simply.

"Oh?! And who gave you this mission?!"

"You did, sir."

Sirion was about to scream at Heero for being insubordinate, but Xyrrel tapped him on the shoulder.

"Uh, sir?"

"What is it, Xyrrel?"

"You did authorize the mission, sir. I have the paperwork right here."

Sirion calmed down slightly. "So? how did this mission of yours go?"

Heero motioned to the sack sitting at his side, and said his two favorite words in the world.

"Mission accomplished."

He handed the sack to Sirion. "You might want to get rid of this."

"Eh?" Sirion asked, and was about to open the bag when--

"SIR, I DON'T ADVISE DOING THAT." Xyrrel informed him.

"Why not?" Sirion questioned.

Xyrrel took the bag and handed his superior the paperwork for Heero's mission.

"You KILLED a GORGON?!" Sirion asked in disbelief. That was something even his best agents had trouble doing... and Heero was just a kid!

"The head's in the bag." Heero answered.

Sirion shook his head. "Can you BELIEVE this kid?" He asked Xyrrel.

"He's a skilled warrior, sir."

"You can say that again." Sirion muttered.

He took a minute to consider Heero.

The kid had the potential to be a great angel, and he was already showing it, but beyond that, Heero was totally devoid of anything resembling emotion. In short, he needed a vacation. Sirion was an expert at solving problems, and this one was no different.

"Sir." Heero broke in. "Do you have anything else for me to do?"

"I think I might, kid." Sirion thought for a moment. "I need you to go to Earth for a long term reconnisance mission."

Heero perked up almost noticeably at the word 'mission'.

"Sir?"

"I need you to observe how the humans are getting along with the other races of the Earth, and report back if there seems to be any tension between them."

Heero nodded and saluted smartly.

"I'll leave at once, Commander Sirion."

Sirion watched the boy leave, mentally patting himself on the back.

That'll keep that wild little loose cannon out of my hair for a while. Who knows, maybe he'll find out something useful as a bonus.

"Xyrrel," He said aloud, "Can you dispose of that?" He pointed to the sack Heero'd brought in.

"At once." Xyrrel answered.

Heero belted his sword, spread his wings, and swiftly and silently departed from the Sky Kingdom. He flew with the practiced style of an ace, catching the thermals billowing up from the ground and coasting down. Though Heero would never admit it, he enjoyed flying a lot.

Just as he was about to land, however, a freak updraft swept his wings back--

*WHAM*

--slamming him into a tree.

He collapsed on the ground, and everything went black...

Heero Yuy was about to find out what it was like to be a Fallen Angel.

To Be Continued

Author's notes:

Hehe, tu aimes ça?
Sorry, little French there...

I thought it would be neat --not to mention funny-- to do a fantasy AU fic, and Gundam popped to mind. Poor Heero!
Oh, and one more thing:
A short note about "angels".
Angels, for the sake of this story, are not really divine, they are mearly a race of men and women who are blessed with the gift of wings. Angels reside in the Sky Kingdom, and from there keep watch over the Earth, trying to preserve peace between the sentient beings who dwell there. Angels can withdraw their wings at will [that is, make them disappear] but bringing them back takes a little effort and concentration. An angel with their wings withdrawn can easily pass for a human.
Well, that about wraps up the prologue... better got to work on Part 1...*sigh* finally got over my writer's block [even though I don't really qualify as a writer] well, sorta...