Prologue
She looked over the room knowing this was the last time she would see it, short of a miracle happening. Her eyes lingered on her platinum haired lover. "Good bye, I love you," she mouthed as she shut the door. One silent tear slid down her face as she walked out of the only home she had ever known.
***
At first he had thought she had just left on a walk. But there was no note.
Then he was sure she would call him. But the phone never rang.
He informed the authorities and tried to file a missing person report. They kindly informed him that they couldn't look for someone who may have just left of their own free will. They didn't have the time.
He hired private investigators. But there was no trail to follow and none to pick up.
It was like she had disappeared into thing air. Eventually he retreated to the family mansion on L4. The last place they had been together. Maybe she would return there. Maybe if he just waited long enough…he waited three years. The other pilots and his sisters just shook their heads. It was a shame to see what a woman had done to Quatre.
Chapter One: The Stone
It was that year, the third year that she had been gone, that Quatre received a package. There was a palm sized blue stone inside with a note in an achingly familiar feminine scrawl.
It read:
To my lover. I thought you deserved an explanation.
~Trista
How was a large blue rock an explanation, Quatre wondered as he turned it over in his fingers. He set it in the middle of his desk and pondered it a moment before getting his answer. A five inch tall projection of Trista appeared up out of the stone.
"Blue isn't really my color," the projection commented, screwing its' face up into a look he knew all to well.
"Let me explain how this works," hologram Trista began, "I am obviously not really Trista, but I hold all the knowledge that Trista had when she left 3 years ago. Anything she's learned since then, I have no idea. So you are free to ask me any questions."
Quatre just stared, open-mouthed at this tiny apparition. He couldn't believe the words that where coming out of its mouth, he couldn't believe there where words coming out of its mouth. He needed to think. He got up and left the room.
She looked over the room knowing this was the last time she would see it, short of a miracle happening. Her eyes lingered on her platinum haired lover. "Good bye, I love you," she mouthed as she shut the door. One silent tear slid down her face as she walked out of the only home she had ever known.
***
At first he had thought she had just left on a walk. But there was no note.
Then he was sure she would call him. But the phone never rang.
He informed the authorities and tried to file a missing person report. They kindly informed him that they couldn't look for someone who may have just left of their own free will. They didn't have the time.
He hired private investigators. But there was no trail to follow and none to pick up.
It was like she had disappeared into thing air. Eventually he retreated to the family mansion on L4. The last place they had been together. Maybe she would return there. Maybe if he just waited long enough…he waited three years. The other pilots and his sisters just shook their heads. It was a shame to see what a woman had done to Quatre.
Chapter One: The Stone
It was that year, the third year that she had been gone, that Quatre received a package. There was a palm sized blue stone inside with a note in an achingly familiar feminine scrawl.
It read:
To my lover. I thought you deserved an explanation.
~Trista
How was a large blue rock an explanation, Quatre wondered as he turned it over in his fingers. He set it in the middle of his desk and pondered it a moment before getting his answer. A five inch tall projection of Trista appeared up out of the stone.
"Blue isn't really my color," the projection commented, screwing its' face up into a look he knew all to well.
"Let me explain how this works," hologram Trista began, "I am obviously not really Trista, but I hold all the knowledge that Trista had when she left 3 years ago. Anything she's learned since then, I have no idea. So you are free to ask me any questions."
Quatre just stared, open-mouthed at this tiny apparition. He couldn't believe the words that where coming out of its mouth, he couldn't believe there where words coming out of its mouth. He needed to think. He got up and left the room.