Tranquil Tragedy
By : M o o n M y s t
Start 10.25.03Mothers weep, children sleep
So much violence ends in silence
It's a shame there's no one to blame
For all the pain that life brings
If you will just take me, It might just complete me
And together we can make a stand
-'Stand', Jewel
A young blonde child stood silently, her charming azure eyes ran the length of the room without notice of the people standing inside of it. A lonely smile graced her face, a slight blush coming over her as she looked on in wonder. She loved to watch her father's business affairs from corners and undiscovered hiding places. Such awe was presented on the youngster's features that one would find it hard not to smile amusedly and pat her angelic head.
But as no one was there to watch the little Relena, and so she went on staring and smiling, her fate already decided in her mind. She wanted to be just like her father – a peacemaker and a person of great wisdom. She knew that most children had fathers who would play with them – but Relena's father was different, he talked to her like a lady and always took the time to enlighten the young girl. He may not have been the most appealing father for an ordinary five year old girl, but he was exactly to Relena's liking.
"I want to be just like you when I grow up, Father." She whispered unto deaf ears.
Relena took one last glance at her father's study, which was now thriving with the voices of officials and delegates. She beamed at the noble way in which her father held his head and the soft contentedness that shone out of his own blue eyes.
The golden-haired girl leaned elatedly against the wall, its hard comfort reminding her of how very small and insignificant she was. She was nothing, really, just a little girl with strong dreams and ideals -- not enough to change the world like she wanted. But she still hoped, even though there really was no point in it. The great tasks of royalty would be passed onto Milliardo.
"RELENA!" called a distant male voice, loud enough to break her from her reverie.
It's tone was domineering, and though the young girl often found that being stubborn was easier, she walked out from beneath the staircase she had hidden under. A tired sigh of comfort releasing from her petite body as she walked down the tranquil hall. It was times like these that she most enjoyed life – the calm and serene of peace and happiness. She could do what she pleased, as long as it was within the law and reason, of course.
Once the child had entered the Grand Hall, she looked up in amazement – what a change it portrayed. The usual dim mansion was now lit with exquisite colours and vibrant loveliness. This reminded her of the days when they could have all their celebrations outside and be as a family – but times had changed, wars had started and hate was brewing steadily in the colonies. There was to be no fine parties these years, but maybe this event would make her parents realize that a young untamed girl such as Relena could not be expected to stay tied down forever. Perhaps then, this year's annual delegation would be prove more interesting than the stuffy engagements of late.
"Relena, where have you been?" she was bombarded by the questioning youth, not all that older than herself, "Mother's been calling you for so long we thought you'd run off somewhere and gotten hurt. Don't worry us like that again," said the platinum haired young man, whose tone, though strict, was cancelled out by the smile upon his face. "Well, you had better get on, or you'll be late for your fitting session."
Milliardo Peacecraft was what one might call the overprotective brother. While, the two children rarely got along well, they tolerated each other's presence and sometimes even enjoyed the other's company. But there were times when the authoritative older brother would take control. For, you see, Relena had very little male support in her life. Sure, there was her father, but how much real time did he spend with her? She never held it against him, but it wasn't really enough for an impressionable young lady. That was why her brother often acted the way he did; not that she understood his actions when she was but a child.
She scurried down the corridor, her sunlit hair flowing behind her in a tangled mass and her lovely pink dress now wrinkled and mussed. Relena didn't take the time to fix her appearance before bursting into her mother's parlor room.
"Ms. Relena, you had better hurry, now, or your mother will be most upset. Bad enough with all those mad things going around in the colonies – now you have to go and trouble her even more." Said the tawny-haired maid, whose own uniform was perfectly neat.
The youngest Peacecraft just nodded obediently, her soft curls bouncing softly against her pale skin. Her mother, the adoring lady whose regal presence was usually either a nuisance or a comfort, stood in the middle of the parlor, an irritated expression upon her elegant features.
"Relena, where were you?" she asked anxiously, "You know you're not supposed to go about wandering on your own – I nearly died of fright. Suppose one of those nasty people had taken you away, or killed you? Do you want to cause me pain?"
Relena's eyes filled with moisture, but she didn't let the forming tears escape her eyes. "No Momma, I don't want to hurt you – I was just . . . just. . . taking a walk." She lied vaguely. She disliked the constant attention that was given to her, and feared her hiding place beneath the staircase be discovered if she told the truth.
Her mother sighed - it was quite apparent that her only daughter was not as virtuous as she would seem. "What have I told you about lying Relena Annhelise Peacecraft?"
"Not to." She mumbled quietly, praying that her favorite spot in the entire manor would not be discovered.
"Right, now I see you have already succeeded in rumpling your clothes, and it's barely noon. The ladies are coming for tea this afternoon, so you'll have to change. But, right now, let Julia take your measurements – you need a new gown for this year's delegation." She said, her mind already moving over the things she had to do before the parties and other arrangements to be decided on.
She sighed again – a queen's life was always insanely hectic, but what with the ill news from abroad, everything was muddled and mad. At least her home was spared from the wickedness – at least her daughter was able to live without fear, whether that be good or bad.
Relena looked up at Julia and smiled. She reached out her arms obediently as the young woman began to measure her limbs.
"I saw you." Whispered Julia meekly into Relena's ear.
Relena turned fearfully. Saw me do what? she thought, her mind roaming about for some naughty thing she had done. She wasn't always the most agreeable child, but she did what she was told – most of the time. If she had done anything past remembrance, then it was probably nothing, but there was always a chance – and trouble always seemed to be breathing down her neck.
"I saw you watching your father." She said calmly as she continued to wrap the tape measurer around the young girl's slim body. Relena's eyes widened considerably - someone had been watching her. She wasn't quite sure what to think, but she was quite certain something was wrong with this new maid.
"You really shouldn't be doing that, you know, you might hear something you're not supposed to."
Relena just eyed her suspiciously, holding her breath as to what would come next. She didn't like the woman's brown eyes – they shone with a certain contempt. "Am I done now?" she asked nervously.
The maid just nodded, though her eyes never left their steady gaze on the young blonde's face. Relena started to walk away, her legs barely able to carry her from the room – there was something definitely amiss with that woman.
"Oh, Ms. Relena," she started as the girl turned to face the lady once again, "You had better watch out – some people out there aren't as nice as your kind family."
An apprehensive looked adorned the child's features as she rushed out of sitting room quite hastily; leaving Julia, whose own face showed dramatic hints of maliciousness. That girl is just too easy to frighten . . . and she thinks I'm scary . . . just wait Ms. Peacecraft . . . Just wait . . .
Summary: The blonde child sat contentedly, lazy streams of light filling the mansion's dark room. Everything seemed so peaceful- so beautiful. But it would not last- and so an entire lifetime of peacemaking was to result for one life-altering incident.
A/N- phew...this story took forever to finish . . . but now I gonna post it! yea! why did I put the summary at the bottom? Um…well it just didn't look right on the top – so its on the bottom. I'm not quite sure if it actually says when Relena's parents were killed, but this is fiction, so I make it that she was younger when it happened. This is just kind of an introduction – the actual story line comes in to play in the next to chapters (as this is only a three part fic). I hope it wasn't too rushed – just had to try to curb my enthusiasm (lol) story looks promising . . Please review! Thanx a million ^_^ Loves