Mir sat her camera down in the tall grass. She laid down and looked up at the night sky. Up at the stars, the moon and the PLANTs. She frowned. It all looked different now. A great battle had changed the landscape of the sky forever.

The war was finally over once again. It seem to end almost as fast as it started. But that didn't stop a large amount of lives from being lost. An estimated 900,000 coordinator lives were lost when the Requiem was fired destroying Januarius 1 to 4 and December 7 and 8. The last few weeks of the war were filled with drama and great loss. But for Miriallia the hardest part was knowing he was out there.

She was the one to identify Dearka Elsman as the Zaku Phantom's pilot. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to deflect again? But the entire crew of the Voltaire deflected, including the commander Yzak Joule, so it came as no surprise he would to. It wasn't long after that she found out they had all been a part of Terminal. The secret group that supplied information to the former Three Ships Alliance. A part of her life she kept secret from Dearka. Which turns out he had kept secret from her too.

She wanted to call out to him. Tell him she was there. Thank him for protecting her again. She wanted to see him again. Hold him in her arms and tell him that she loved him. But Tad's last words to her echoed in her head. If she contacted him, if she saw him, his father would kill her.

Miriallia rolled over in the grass her mind still spinning from the events in the Second Bloody Valentine War. The war had ended three weeks ago. It was now past midnight and officially January 1st, 74 CE. She was laying in the middle of no where, alone. She looked over and saw a flower. A sad look came across her face. It was the same type of flower Dearka had picked for her that time.

"You know lately I've had this... Feeling. A feeling like something big and life changing is going to happen."

She began to wonder what Dearka meant when he said that. The way he smiled, it couldn't have been something bad. So good then? Was he planning something she wondered. It had been so long since she had allowed herself to think of him. She was torn up and broken. Love being ripped away was one of the most terrible feelings.

She held her left hand up to the sky and examined the scar on the palm. The scar that man gave her. Dearka's father, Tad Elsman. The scar crossed most of her hand pointing towards her ring finger. Her eyes opened wide with shock. Suddenly it hit her like a ton of bricks. The something big, Dearka's wanting to meet somewhere private and under the stars.

Looking up at the night sky was something they always did together. Something that she did alone when she missed him uncontrollably. He once told her when she looked up and the stars she would know that he was looking down at Earth. That he was protecting her like he always had and always will. There was only one reason for him to insist on meeting in private under stars.

He thought she had died when Junius 7 fell. He was frantic for days. He needed to see her again before the war hit a climax. So why would he be so specific about what type of place he wanted to meet her in. It was as plain as day to her all of a sudden. He was going to propose.

She shoot up into a sitting position. Anger and sorrow filled her. HE took everything from her. Not only a boyfriend but her future with him. The future they could have had. They could have gotten married, had kids, grown old together. Instead the love of her life was with someone else. Set to be married at some undetermined date.

She sat there and realized she had nothing left to live for. She had pushed herself to be cheery. To try and move past the threats to her life. But she couldn't. She had lost a boyfriend once before. And although she didn't love him in the conventional sense she still loved him dearly. When she recovered from that she fell madly in love with Dearka. Then she was forced to chose between him and living.

More and more she started to realize it didn't matter which she chose. Leaving Dearka was eating her up inside. The guilt of knowing the pain she caused him. The anxiety of knowing she threw him back into the life he ran from for years. She took his freedom, his happiness, and the love they shared. She convinced him she no longer loved him and hadn't for a long time.

For what? She lied and hurt him to spare her own life? She could have been with him for the rest of her life. Even if it was only for one more day it would have been a better more fulfilled happy life then the one she was living now. Sometimes she still wondered if his father was watching her, waiting for her to slip up and find Dearka.

This pain, this hole it was all Tad's fault. She wanted him to feel something too. Not sorrow or pain. To try to hurt him that way would only hurt Dearka. No she had something different in mind for him.

He was a businessman, a supreme council member. He was proud of being a part of high society and all that came with it. He was a coordinator and a purest who hated naturals.

To hurt him would take much different tactics than what it took for him to hurt her. Threats to his life and forcing him away from someone he loved would never hurt him like it did her. He was a cold hearted man whose pride and position were the most important thing to him. The only way to hurt a man like that was public humiliation. Although she knew she could never hurt him as much as he hurt them, doing something felt better than doing nothing. And she knew just the place to do it.

She reached into her bag and pulled out and elegant invitation. It was to the Peace Treaty ball to be held in one week's time in the PLANTs. She picked up her cell and began to dial.

"Hello?"

"Hey Cagalli? Sorry to call so late"

"It's ok Mir, I couldn't sleep anyways."

"Listen I'm calling about the peace treaty ball. I've decided I will be attending after all if it's still possible"

"Yes of course you can still come!" She said excited "You know though that we will be honoring all the members of Terminal right? You'll have to make another grand entrance" she said hoping this wouldn't freak her out.

A smile crossed her face "I look forward to it" she said with a strangely eager tone. Her plan depended on her making a grand entrance.

"Mir?"

"Yes Cagalli?"

"You know… Dearka was a part of Terminal too. So he will be honored there as well. Which means… He will most likely be escorting his fiance"

"I know Cagalli. It okay." she said in a sad tone. They both fell silent for a minute before Miriallia began to speak again. "Do you think you could arrange an appointment for me again at that same dress shop as before. I really enjoyed my experience there last time."

"Yeah sure. Just no plunging neckline this time promise?" She joked.

"Promise"

It was a promise she intended to keep. She had something very different in mind for this ball. She wanted every man's eyes to be trapped on her. She wanted their gaze to always be following her like they were in a trance. But most of all she wanted Tad to look at her and to be personally humiliated by feeling attracted her. In some sick way she wanted him to want her. She wanted him to hate himself for feeling that way for her, for a natural.

After she would gain his attention she planned on humiliating him further. She hadn't quite planned it all out yet. Maybe it needed to be in the moment. All she knew was she needed to destroy everything that made that man who he is.