AN: This is my first fic like this. I tried okay! Don't flame me. Comments please!
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing, or any other anime.
Bloodshed. War. Hatred. These words were all too familiar to her. She could feel it, the pain and loss. The feelings of anger and despair greater than any other. She had been through it like many others. To others she was a symbol incapable of every being broken or torn. Her life was one that many wished they had; yet she would never wish it upon anyone for all she had found was loneliness. The instinct of man was to fight; she knew that, she wasn't stupid. That was the reason she didn't fight, to be the one to break the cage humans had put themselves into, and show everyone that change could be a good thing for ones own soul. Any other person would have broken down; their barriers broke by the pressure, forever condemning them. She wasn't like that. She would not give in, she would overcome any obstacle and any challenge for peace…for herself.
She was outside alone, looking at the stars. Each one representing the wishes of the people. That was why she was here, to make sure their wishes came true. For peace to prevail, but how long could one woman last against a dance of endless conflict and hate? Droplets of rain fell upon her, the blackness of the sky covering her like a shadow. She welcomed it. To her this was just another day. The heavens were crying again, for man, for the earth, for every living thing. She smiled and let the rain soak through her dress until it clung to her like a second skin. In truth she often wondered if she could win. A silent battle raging within her and every other human; Peace or battle. To fight and do what you believe is right is noble, yet you are an outcast, forever feared for the mask of death you portray. Then there are those who believe in the world of peace and deliver people from the horrors of hell to a new age of hope with their own façade, their own masks of truth and sincerity, while they themselves are faced with a torment of their own.
Her hair matted against her face. She let the tears of pain cascade down her face no one could see her. No one could own her, she was too pure. A porcelain doll put on display to let everyone enjoy. She didn't care, as long as the ideals of the people were achieved she was fine. She could carry on. Her mind knew she was trying to accomplish an impossible dream, her heart didn't care. As long as others were happy it wouldn't matter what would happen to her. She would be known throughout the ages as a woman with undying strength, who put her people before herself. That wasn't true. She was what she was, whether she had been born as she truly had, or born as something the complete opposite, she would fulfill her mission in life. For she was forever entertwined with the heart of the people, the earth, and space. This was her destiny. This was what her dream…..and life……was.
And Relena Darlian Peacecraft never gave up on life….
