All Jurai is made up of my children.
I cannot help my children. My children, whom I have sworn to protect at all costs, are praying to me, are asking me for my protection. I can no more give them answers than I can save them from their enemies.
The Orikans have take Jurai and they have taken me. I remember what no one else does, what no history books say.
We banished the Prince of Jurai long ago. My Great-Grandfather had his elder brother tried for treason and the result was the second civil war. The elder brother and his followers lost and were sent to the uninhabited planet Orika.
Jurains have long lives and long memories. The elder brother has returned and is wreaking vengeance on my children now. He wants his crown.
Had he been denied the thrown justly I would simply write him off as a bitter would-be dictator out for power. But he isn't.
The accusations were false. The trial was a sham. All knew of it.
I knew of it. I was there. I sided with a man who overthrew his sibling in a quest for power simply because I thought that doing so would lead to the least amount of bloodshed. The path of least resistance.
The second civil war lasted for over forty years. Even I lost count of how many died. I, who was supposed to nurture and create, led to one of the most horrific wars in Jurain history.
Jurains have long since held up the idea that we are perfect. We rule the galaxy. The most advanced weapons, the most professional military, the best form of government, all ours.
Pride goes before a fall. Those I created have fallen.
I would protect them. I want to protect them. I cannot. Tokimi has the worship of the Orikans, they support her, use Washu's (mostly) innocent and well meaning inventions to give her power, make her stronger.
Stronger than myself.
I am trapped. My tree is a prison. I wait for Prospero to free me. If he does so, then I will save my children.
I had my child before I was entombed, before the attack. I sent him to grow in the care of two men I trust. I sent my baby away so he would not be sealed up with me. So he would not be caught in my war.
Lord Yoshou, my brother, will raise my son. Train him in weapons, teach him honor. Azaka will assist in this; he was willing to die for my safety and I hold no doubts he would do the same for my son.
Earth was not destroyed or annihilated. It is occupied. Not an ideal place for my child, but he will live.
It's probably better that he live there anyway. I'm.....Tsunami. I have duties. Political and otherwise. I doubt I would be able to adequately care for my baby. It is in his best interests that I send him elsewhere. Logical and safe.
Just because it's logical and safe doesn't make it easy.
Tokimi comes to gloat. She tells me my husband, a noble I fell in love with, is dead. Killed by the Orikans. My brother-in-law is dead, one of my nephews murdered, my sister insane.
I weep. I scream at her, call her a liar.
But.....
She's right. I know she is.
She comes back regularly with such news. Our sister, Washu, has disappeared. Ryoko has been captured and through new advances in medicine (stolen from Washu's lab) her DNA is being broken down and she is dying from it. Lord Tenchi is dead, Kamidake is dead. Mihoshi has been captured.
And I can do nothing to stop it. For the first time in forever I am powerless. It is a new feeling. One I can't seem to get used to.
But I have one piece of knowledge she will never gain. My son is safe. Lady Achika is safe. My little nephew, Prince Yukio Yabu (his father being Lord Ouya Yabu) is safe. Sakito is safe. Mihoshi's daughters are safe. Kiyone's sons and daughter are safe. Ame and Hana are safe. Tokimi has not yet found them. My heart is not completely broken.
It is cracked however, and I mourn for what must be days. Afterwards I dry my tears. I am no longer a mortal and my children need me to be strong, even if I can do nothing to help them. I still count on Prospero letting out his Ariel and when he does, I must have strength enough to overthrow Tokimi.
I sleep. She cannot reach me when I sleep and I am not as easily wounded then.
I give one last, silent farewell to my world before I enter my subconscious.
Author's notes- Yes, I know. Very short. I've been writing a great deal for school lately so I'm afraid this is all I have in me.
For those who couldn't figure it out, this is Sasami/Tsunami. I know it's rather confusing.
The Prospero bit is an allusion to Shakespeare's play: The Tempest. Prospero let loose a spirit who had been trapped in a tree by an evil witch. Great play, you should all go read it. One of my favorites.
I cannot help my children. My children, whom I have sworn to protect at all costs, are praying to me, are asking me for my protection. I can no more give them answers than I can save them from their enemies.
The Orikans have take Jurai and they have taken me. I remember what no one else does, what no history books say.
We banished the Prince of Jurai long ago. My Great-Grandfather had his elder brother tried for treason and the result was the second civil war. The elder brother and his followers lost and were sent to the uninhabited planet Orika.
Jurains have long lives and long memories. The elder brother has returned and is wreaking vengeance on my children now. He wants his crown.
Had he been denied the thrown justly I would simply write him off as a bitter would-be dictator out for power. But he isn't.
The accusations were false. The trial was a sham. All knew of it.
I knew of it. I was there. I sided with a man who overthrew his sibling in a quest for power simply because I thought that doing so would lead to the least amount of bloodshed. The path of least resistance.
The second civil war lasted for over forty years. Even I lost count of how many died. I, who was supposed to nurture and create, led to one of the most horrific wars in Jurain history.
Jurains have long since held up the idea that we are perfect. We rule the galaxy. The most advanced weapons, the most professional military, the best form of government, all ours.
Pride goes before a fall. Those I created have fallen.
I would protect them. I want to protect them. I cannot. Tokimi has the worship of the Orikans, they support her, use Washu's (mostly) innocent and well meaning inventions to give her power, make her stronger.
Stronger than myself.
I am trapped. My tree is a prison. I wait for Prospero to free me. If he does so, then I will save my children.
I had my child before I was entombed, before the attack. I sent him to grow in the care of two men I trust. I sent my baby away so he would not be sealed up with me. So he would not be caught in my war.
Lord Yoshou, my brother, will raise my son. Train him in weapons, teach him honor. Azaka will assist in this; he was willing to die for my safety and I hold no doubts he would do the same for my son.
Earth was not destroyed or annihilated. It is occupied. Not an ideal place for my child, but he will live.
It's probably better that he live there anyway. I'm.....Tsunami. I have duties. Political and otherwise. I doubt I would be able to adequately care for my baby. It is in his best interests that I send him elsewhere. Logical and safe.
Just because it's logical and safe doesn't make it easy.
Tokimi comes to gloat. She tells me my husband, a noble I fell in love with, is dead. Killed by the Orikans. My brother-in-law is dead, one of my nephews murdered, my sister insane.
I weep. I scream at her, call her a liar.
But.....
She's right. I know she is.
She comes back regularly with such news. Our sister, Washu, has disappeared. Ryoko has been captured and through new advances in medicine (stolen from Washu's lab) her DNA is being broken down and she is dying from it. Lord Tenchi is dead, Kamidake is dead. Mihoshi has been captured.
And I can do nothing to stop it. For the first time in forever I am powerless. It is a new feeling. One I can't seem to get used to.
But I have one piece of knowledge she will never gain. My son is safe. Lady Achika is safe. My little nephew, Prince Yukio Yabu (his father being Lord Ouya Yabu) is safe. Sakito is safe. Mihoshi's daughters are safe. Kiyone's sons and daughter are safe. Ame and Hana are safe. Tokimi has not yet found them. My heart is not completely broken.
It is cracked however, and I mourn for what must be days. Afterwards I dry my tears. I am no longer a mortal and my children need me to be strong, even if I can do nothing to help them. I still count on Prospero letting out his Ariel and when he does, I must have strength enough to overthrow Tokimi.
I sleep. She cannot reach me when I sleep and I am not as easily wounded then.
I give one last, silent farewell to my world before I enter my subconscious.
Author's notes- Yes, I know. Very short. I've been writing a great deal for school lately so I'm afraid this is all I have in me.
For those who couldn't figure it out, this is Sasami/Tsunami. I know it's rather confusing.
The Prospero bit is an allusion to Shakespeare's play: The Tempest. Prospero let loose a spirit who had been trapped in a tree by an evil witch. Great play, you should all go read it. One of my favorites.