~*~ November 4, AC 220 ~*~

~*~ A Gruesome Battlefield ~*~

~*~ 4:20 AM ~*~

The war, which had been raging on for seven months now, finally had shown signs of an end. Unfortunately, peace always came with a price. Some times the price can be something as trivial as being separated from your loved ones for a short time. Some times the price of peace can be something as serious as being separated from your loved ones permanently.

"Calé?" A familiar voice called to him through the intercom. Calé was too focused on defeating the mobile dolls in front of him to acknowledge the voice. The near ancient Taurus suits were easily cut down with the beam sword of his suit.

"Lieutenant Peacecraft!" The voice called again. Calé snapped out of his trans.

"Yes Uncle Heero, I mean, Commander - ," Calé was cut off.

"No need to be formal. This is family business." Heero said.

"What is it?" Calé asked.

"Relena wants to tell you." Heero told him.

In a flash of the screen, Heero's grim expression was replaced with Relena's crying face. Calé's heart sank.

"Oh, Aunt Relena, what happened?" Calé asked, trying to soothe his aunt.

"No, Calé, it's horrible!" Relena sobbed.

"Aunt Relena, what has happened?" Calé urged her.

"Your mother and father..." Relena's voice was overtaken by sobs and cries.

"Oh, damn it! What has happened to Mother and Father," Calé panicked. Calé just noticed the room was dark. Faintly in the background, Calé could see the Cinq Kingdom's flag being lowered. Fear, anger, pain. Those emotions filled his eyes and voice.

"Aunt Relena, tell me what has happened to Mother and Father." Calé, rather angrily, asked his aunt.

Relena's face was pale. She looked as if she saw a ghost. Her light blue eyes seemed to have no depth behind them. Relena looked horribly sick and tired. She spoke one word, only in a whisper, "Dead."