There is so little hope left, left in the world, left in Vega. It's hard to have hope in anything, even the Chosen One; the destined savior of humanity cannot be found or identified, it's just a story. Some say it's a myth that will never be true, some say it is the truth like my brother, William. I'm not sure anymore, I can believe but would it happen is the question I ask myself. One thing I know is that to believe you must have faith and I don't know if I have it.

"Lucie! Are you writing in that book again?" David Whele asked his daughter. Lucie looked up from her writing and sighed.

"Yes father!" Lucie replied closing her journal before her father walked in. She heard his footsteps and turned in the chair and saw her father walk in her room and fixing his tie. He was wearing a suit with his gray hair combed back and kept his eyes on Lucie.

"What do you write in there?" He asked curiously. Lucie looked back to the journal and placed it in her lap with both of her hands neatly on top of it.

"Where are you going?" She countered. Her father grinned and went towards her mirror looking at his reflection.

"To speak with Riesen," he responded flatly. "Now it's your turn to answer me."

"Words," Lucie said. "What are you going to speak with Riesen about?"

"Just talking, saying words." He replied. They both became silent until her father sighed and turned around from the mirror and walked over to his daughter placing his hands behind her chair.

"If you want to talk about your mother-"Her father started. Lucie drew in a sharp breath, she never knew her mother, nor did William but she always would wish she did. The journal was her mother's, the only piece she had left of her and talking about her only made Lucie feel miserable.

"No, its fine," she smiled up at her father. "You better speak to General Riesen, it is getting late." He nodded his head slowly and walked towards her door but stopped halfway.

"Lucie, there is something in your closet I want you to have. It belonged to your mother." He said solemnly.

"What is it?" Lucie asked.

"You'll know it when you see it," he replied. "I want you to wear it to the Jubilee." He walked out of her room and shut the door behind him quietly. Lucie's gaze went to her closet and immediately went back to her journal; a small silver tear ran down her face and landed on the journal's cover. She quickly wiped the trail off her cheek and opened the journal back up placing it on her desk. Her eyes kept going back to the closet doors wondering what was inside but sometimes the thoughts of loved ones can bring great emotions upon and Lucie couldn't bring herself to open those doors tonight, but tomorrow she would.

Lucie closed her journal and brought it with her as she walked to her bed and placed it under her pillow, and walked over to her bathroom taking a bath and soon putting on her nightgown. After she dressed, she walked back to her bed and lifted up the covers and climbed in resting her head on the soft pillow. Her eyes rested on the closet until she fell asleep dreaming an image of what her mother would've looked like.

The Next Day…

The morning light peeked through Lucie's window making her eyes open from the brightness. She sat up in her bed, groggily and stood up stretching her arms. She made her way down the staircase and into the dining room where William and her father sat eating. She took a seat next to her brother and grabbed some fruit from the basket in the middle of the table.

"Good morning." Her father said drinking from his glass.

"Good morning, William." Lucie told her brother who looked at his father and her puzzled. She turned to look at her father who stared with the same look William had on his face.

"Is something wrong Lucie?" He asked.

"No, I'm just curious about where you were last night. I heard William return but not you." Lucie said.

"I was thinking the same," William added. Their father looked at both of them and in silence got up from his chair and walked away.

"What goes on in his head?" Lucie asked aloud.

"A negotiating party came from Helena last night," William said looking where his father walked away. "Perhaps it has something to do with it."

"Maybe."