Mithros- Yep, Relena is pregnant. Yup, they definitely won't get in trouble for not having a child. I'll do what I have to do, so you probably won't like this chapter. He definitely is a jerk, but he's a sweet romantic jerk. Thanks for the reviews.
Lady Tigeress- Everyone has an off-day, and you have to remember that she still is a teenager, and has been through far more than anyone should have. (In other words, it's been a long time since Demoness Mark has written anything because of her computer dying, and is having a hard time recapturing the essence of the characters). Well, Anne may or may not be pregnant, but the one who I've said outright is pregnant is Relena, or as I had at the end of the chapter before last Rel. I'm planning a lot, so your Suspicion Meter has a right to be hitting it's limits (poor thing I've really been pushing it with this series). Me? Throwing curve balls? Almost never (and if you believe that one I have a lovely bridge to sell you). Thanks for reviewing.
Chapter 25
The Rebellion has won, but by all accounts it was a bittersweet victory. Almost every family has been affected, and mine not least. I lost my daddy, my husband, and my unborn child. I wonder if I would have started this if I knew where and how it would end, and what losses I would have to suffer for the somehow I doubt that I would have... Should have.
I have heard the saying that happy endings only happen in fairytales, but not until now did I believe it. Until now I had my own personal fairytale. I was slaying the dragon, married to the love of my life (even if I was annoy with him), my knight in shining armor, was going to have a little prince or princess, and had a wonderful, generous, and loving king as a father. I had plan out the perfect happily ever after with my knight and I growing old, watching our children grow up, and seeing the grandchildren grow, and us dying and being buried side by side (which was added only after reading his last entry). I should have had a happily ever after, but there obviously is no such thing. Instead the dragon, realizing that it was about to be slayed, captured and killed my knight and my father, and caused the death of the little prince or princess, due to stress.
I was a child when this started. I had no idea of what could have happened. I naively believed that "good" would triumph over "evil". I saw in only black and white, now I see only in shades of gray. Which is better, I wonder? I see now that "good" and "evil" are relative and not absolute. There is no good and no evil, but only a mix of both. Our side was almost as ruthless as the government was in their worst days, and even worse we did it in the name of good. My tears stain this page, but they belong there, as I belong with all those whom we slaughtered. That is not to say that there is no right and wrong, there is, it's just that they aren't as blunt as I've thought in the past.
I believe in right and wrong and I believe in the future. We've set up a good solid republic for the people to follow. It has a weak federal government so as to keep this from happening again. It was once said that history is an endless waltz, and that it's three beats of war, peace, and revolution go on forever, the future generations shall find out. I'm telling you this, my invisible friend in the future, so I can justify what I'm going to do. I started this paragraph stating that I believe in right and wrong, it's because of this that I'm going to take my own life.
This is the end, not happily every after, but bittersweet ever after. At least there still is an ever after. This is Relena Argorg singing out for the last time.
This is President Anna Olsen. Mrs Relena Argorg was found dead, from self-inflicted wounds, in her room last year. She was buried in Angel's Memorial Cemetery next to her husband. She was a good woman, wife, and would have made a wonderful mother. She was a true Princess.
While I didn't know her as well as some, I hope that in the time I knew her, that we could be called friends. We did a lot together, even being pregnant, it turns out. That's right, Igor, my husband, and I have two children and another one on the way. The twins, Rel and Trowa, would have been two days older than Relena and Trowa's child.
Just so you know, my invisible reader, the last mission Relena and I went on was to destroy the government and succeeded. I can't say anymore, it already hurts enough. This journal will be saved in a museum until there comes a time when it's needed. I hope that time never comes around. This is Anna Olsen signing out for what I hope is the last time.