April 6, 2045

How long was this written in? Thirty, forty years ago...? I found this diary while I was cleaning out the attic. I'm glad that I finally started to clear out the space up there. Wallace would always say that he'll get to it eventually, but in the end he would always run away from the responsibility. Even though he's the fastest man alive, he'll never be fast enough to escape his chores! I'll be mad, but in the end I'll somehow forgive him. Heh... He never changes... even now, when he's old! But I love him, either way...

There are so many memories in here... I can't believe this all happened. Wallace never read my diary. I wonder if he knew I wrote in here? I also found our brief letters. They sound so... melodramatic... We never showed them to our twins. I wonder if it would have made a difference? It doesn't matter now... Roscoe and Nila are both grown up with children of their own. Looking back on all of those years, Wallace was a wonderful father, mentor, and hero to them. We all had our adventures in life... There were some ups and downs that crossed our paths. Gladly, we made it through the downs, which I still can't believe we survived through!

My body's getting older, but my wings still work. I want to fly, but I might risk damaging my body. It's starting to happen on Roscoe, who has inherited my wings. Soon, I can no longer fly... I hope Roscoe took advantage of the skies, as I have. I told my advice and wisdom to him when we flew together. The skies were like a second home to me. When I was young, I would always go there whenever I was upset. I will miss the sky and winds when I can no longer fly.

My dear Roscoe... It seems like yesterday when you where perching on my lap, and I was reading stories to you. You were a late boomer, most of the time, and you felt left out within your friends. But you persevered, and in the end, you caught up. Now, you are an accomplished, strong man. I am very proud of you.

Nila... My sweet, mischievous, darling little Nila... You are so much like Wallace, yet you have my eyes... Heh! As I have said to you before, you are your own person. Never forget that. You felt forced to take on your father's legacy, but in the end you did take on the mantle. You always made your own choices. I agree with your decisions, because I know that they are good ones. Never lose faith, sweetheart.

Today, there are new members in the Justice League. The younger ones bustle with enthusiasm, eager to start a mission. Some of us older members are already retired, but others who still have valor and strength in them fight for the weak and needed. Wallace and I might go at it again, but it is a very slim chance... It was fun while it lasted.

Futures are unpredictable. They are indecisive, so people have to be ready, no matter what. Nothing is written in stone. You must be the action in order to move on. A page is unwritten before you. The pen never moves on it's own. The one that is moving it is you...

My grandchildren are coming over soon. I must get the house ready. They all love the treats I make. I think that's why they keep on coming... But what are grandmothers for? Heh... I would be a waste if they were not around.

Thank you, dear diary, for listening to me for so many years. Regretfully, this must all come to a close, but I'm glad to have written in you from the start.

Good-bye, my dearest friend... Thank you so much.

Sincerely yours,

Eleanor Belinda Salazar West

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The End

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Author's Note

It... is done.

It's over...

Finally!

Well, that's all folks! I thank you for reading Eleanor's thoughts. I enjoyed working on them, and it made me think about how all of the characters in Justice League act, think, and work as humans (or aliens). That is what I got out of working on this. I hope that each and every one of you did too! Out of all my works so far in the fanfiction community, I would say that, without a doubt, Eleanor is the best original character that I created so far! In time, I hope that my "original-character creating ability" will improve drastically over time.

I thank my reviewers, my alerters, and the people who have favorite "Unwritten Pages". Your support was very uplifting and helpful! I didn't know that it was that good! Your reviews also made me feel warm inside, which got me fired up to continue. This story has actually the most favorites of all of my other stories, which I'm practically jumping for joy for! And it's on a C2! :D Thanks so much, you guys! ^^ (I swear, I'll give you a cookie, if you will tell me who did this great deed! :3 ... Please! XD haha!)

I also would like to applaud and thank those who supported me on the two bonus stories that are posted on the site. (And I'm sorry for spoiling it for everybody! I couldn't help myself to post it!)

I'll admit that this story's my first attempt at humor (which was never anticipated from the beginning, but somehow got to be humor). (Waiting for the big gasp. ...? Are you gasping?) I'm happy with the result, but I would say that some of the jokes are a bit overused and cliche! (Like the shower incident...) My brother (the founder of the Legacy Now account) read some of the story, and he rated my humor "television humor". The natural humor around to inspire me was Fruits Basket (bows before the mention of the holy title and unworthy to utter the name of the author), bits of memories in my head over my life, other animes and mangas (they're way too many to mention!), and my own raw humor and insanity (I get really hyper when I eat even the SMALLEST amount of sugar. Don't worry! Nobody got harmed during this production!)...

I give my thanks to Leya Gecko for her beta reading assistance for this chapter. You're the best, girl!

A sequel might come, so stick around! If I get around to it... Still, tell me if you would like to see one! ARE YOU PUMPED?! (Check out the info/spoilers on my DeviantArt account. The journal entry was done WAY back, so check the previous entries. It's called "Fanfiction Status". The link of my DA account's on my profile under "Homepage".)

Once again, thank you so much! I truly am speechless!

Sayonara for now,
Pieda the Mokona (Legacy Now)