Wanders: Ascension
By Eve
Part Five: The Dawn of Silence
A.C 202
18 January
Location Unknown, Ireland
Guilt.
The word that humanity avoided the most.
Guilt.
It created overwhelming sensations that quickly drained
the psyche from any life.
Guilt.
She hated it the most.
It had been eight years since she had stepped foot in Ireland.
They were eight of the longest and hardest years of her life.
She had lost herself in re-accepting the carefully crafted masks
after she had left. She had known she was losing a part of
herself that could never be replaced.
She had lost her family.
Her friends.
And the only place she could call home.
Home.
She was home.
The deep evergreen forests still held their air of mystery. The
moors and the mountains were even more breathtaking than
she had remembered. The rivers and lakes were sparkling even
brighter than before.
She let out a sigh.
Home.
Ireland.
She was home.
But not for good.
They always say all good things come to an end.
They have to.
She wandered down the field, trying to find the path she had
forgotten from so long ago. The golden sun shone brightly,
causing her to slightly close her eyes so that she could possibly
see. She found herself finally out of the tall grass and into the
forest. She could see better now.
The dark evergreen trees surrounded her in a circle. It was like
her life, a constant circle. She always found herself at point A.
It was too damn frustrating. She laid down on the ground, tiredly.
She felt the cool grass against her skin.
This feeling, this feeling of being where she was... It was
overwhelming. She felt as if she was almost... almost
complete. She closed her eyes, finally letting the memories
return.
Parents that had never wanted her.
The prison camps, losing her identity and all her respect.
Entering the program and learning how to fight.
Becoming a Jisatsu Pilot.
Reuniting with her real family, the one that her mother, a new addition to the
Peacecraft Dynasty, had left behind.
Micah...
Death...
Leaving...
Becoming Silence.
The War...
The Blood...
The Mission...
The Gundam Pilots...
Her brother, Zechs Marquise...
Not being able to return to her family...
Ireland...
Her life was a never-ending circle, constantly assimilating
new problems to her old ones. Destiny controlled her life;
it had never been in her hands. She followed what she was
told to follow, but she understood the concepts and ideas
that came with the decisions made.
Unfortunately.
She would rather be a body with no soul, given the inability to
feel anything. Life itself would have been so much easier over
the past couple years. Everything would have been easier, but
then she would have never become the person she was today
or better... The person she was about to become.
A drop of rain fell, causing her face to scrunch. She pushed
herself up into a sitting position, not wanting to leave the
peaceful area just yet.
She had been blessed with gifts. The Gift of Knowledge enabled
her to learn and absorb everything around her, whether it be the
smallest of things or the mysterious beauty of life. She had been
given the Gift of Sight, the ability to see and watch life as it acts
around her. And lastly, the Gift of Touch or as she put it the
Curse of Emotion. It was her strongest and her weakest point.
This was what could destroy her.
She knew how to lie. She knew how to put a mask on
herself. Hell, she had been doing that for years. But
when it came to immediate exposure, or having to tell
everything... She would lose it.
This was why she wasn't sure she could go back.
She had been away too long, to come back. It had been
years since she had fought... Years since she had been a
mask of lifelessness.
Could she fight?
Yes, she could. The years had done wonders to her skills.
Watching a Gundam pilot had helped deepen her already
superior knowledge of war. She smiled bitterly. It did a lot
of other things as well.
Could she survive?
Yes, she could. She was still here... She didn't know about
the sanity issue, though.
Her eyes opened. Dark, sparkling blue orbs looked out
into the untouchable wilderness, a place that few could
truly appreciate.
Could they understand?
Relena Darlin stood up calmly and let the wind push her
hair. She would have to accept the request to return. People
would die and the secrets that she had fought so hard to
protect. She would never see her family again if she didn't.
A shadow crossed over her eyes, causing them to darken.
No, they would never understand.
It began to pour and she could make out streaks of lightening
staining the gray sky.
They could never understand.
Silence had returned.
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