CHAPTER 4
Relena Peacecraft sighed softly as she awoke to another morning in the world. The sun shone through the window, warming her cheeks as she stretched and yawned. Long ago, she would have leapt from bed, excited to be alive on such a wonderful day, but the joy had worn off years ago when she woke up one day and realized she shouldn't be in the realm of mortals any longer.
/Hmmm. It's time I ask him a few questions./ She thought as she sat in her bed. The man she referred to was Milliardo Peacecraft, her elder brother. Supposedly, he had died 200 years ago at the hands of a vengeful lover and was now spending his time buried in a small village somewhere in Germany. At first she had believed that tale and shed her tears for the her lost brother. But now she wasn't so sure. If she was still alive, certainly he too was living somewhere, and maybe he knew something about why they were still in this world.
Yes, someone had seen him die, there was no doubt of that. But she too had died many times, only to awaken in her bed the next day. Why did she have to keep living? 199 years ago her beloved Quatre had died. He had passed on to a life of peace and left her here in this tortured existence. What was there left to live for?
/I will make arrangements to travel to Germany right away./ Relena said firmly to herself. And, with renewed determination, she pulled herself out of bed and began.
Relena Peacecraft sighed softly as she awoke to another morning in the world. The sun shone through the window, warming her cheeks as she stretched and yawned. Long ago, she would have leapt from bed, excited to be alive on such a wonderful day, but the joy had worn off years ago when she woke up one day and realized she shouldn't be in the realm of mortals any longer.
/Hmmm. It's time I ask him a few questions./ She thought as she sat in her bed. The man she referred to was Milliardo Peacecraft, her elder brother. Supposedly, he had died 200 years ago at the hands of a vengeful lover and was now spending his time buried in a small village somewhere in Germany. At first she had believed that tale and shed her tears for the her lost brother. But now she wasn't so sure. If she was still alive, certainly he too was living somewhere, and maybe he knew something about why they were still in this world.
Yes, someone had seen him die, there was no doubt of that. But she too had died many times, only to awaken in her bed the next day. Why did she have to keep living? 199 years ago her beloved Quatre had died. He had passed on to a life of peace and left her here in this tortured existence. What was there left to live for?
/I will make arrangements to travel to Germany right away./ Relena said firmly to herself. And, with renewed determination, she pulled herself out of bed and began.