Hey! this is the author here.

So, i know i got this second chapter in in a day, but don't expect such quick updates every time. Once i lose momentum, you'll be lucky to read my writing every month.

I really didn't know who to write about for the second chapter. So i got this wonderful idea. I wrote down a list of characters, numbered them from one to about 20 and asked my friend to pick 2 random numbers. I ended up with Ender and Carn Carby. This was pretty hard considering i don't know much about Carn. Still, i tried my best so enjoy!

BTW next chapter is Han Tzu, Alai, and Virlomi. The three most powerful forces back on Earth, now split light-years apart and governing their own colonies.

From: Ender Wiggin

To: Carn Carby

Subject: Space

Greetings from halfway across the known universe! Shakespeare was a success but you know me. Whenever I finish one task, I have to move on to bigger and better operations. Randall was a nice kid (well, after he finishing punching my brains in) and Virlomi's doing a great job but trust me, I wouldn't want to live on the same planet as her for a week.

But what is a week? A week for me is equal to years for you. And yet I cling desperately to Earth's old concept of time. Like a child. Then again, I am still a child. Forever 16. But you, you're old, nah nah nah nah nah. Oldie. Aren't I simply adorable?

Well, Carn, it's been a while. There really seems to be nothing to talk about with us Battle School folk anymore. We've outlived our due. There's no such thing as fresh gossip. But Han Tzu always seems to find a reason to talk. So why not? We'll talk and laugh like old men 'til we die. However, I do have news. Shakespeare will do fine on its own now so I've moved on. I could never stay in one place forever. Valentine and I, we've moved to Trondheim. The climate is colder than that of Earth and about 90 percent of the surface is ocean. The terrain is mostly icy and the main industry here is fishing.

You're probably reading this now and scratching your head wondering why I would bother telling you. It's as simple as this: I felt like it. Of all my Commanders, I knew you the least. And yet you were perfect. You did your job and I never demanded more from you, so you never failed me. You commanded her section of the fleet and accomplished every task set before you. Perfect. But somehow I feel that I underestimated you. I was a child and though I was indeed a brilliant military strategist, I did let my personal emotions run many of my decisions. I trusted those I was closest to, Alai and Petra and Bean. I would have trusted Bean anyways. And despite all this whispers of peace, I loved Petra more and that's why she broke.

I was a horrible Commander. I didn't know my soldiers. I though knowing, loving, the enemy would be enough. But before I love the enemy I need to love my own soldiers. I've learned that now but I wish I could have known then, and that I may never have the chance to use such information.

What I'm I doing? Am I apologizing? For my neglect? My idiocy? I guess I am. Well I'm sorry, Carn. You were a great Commander. But you know that, you don't need some apology or self-esteem boosting speech from me. I don't matter to you anymore. Look at you, a mighty governor and look at me, a mere civilian.

I hope you're well, Carn. I really do. I know you're not the type to accept apologies, none of us are. I just hope that you'll remember me. Do you remember me? Perhaps your old age is getting to you.

Deepest Apologies,

Ender

From: Carn Carby

To: Ender Wiggin

Subject: Re: Space

You're right. You were an idiot. You know damn well I was a great commander. It took you long enough to admit it. And don't joke with me, you may be younger, but I'm not yet 25. Though I can't say I don't respect you. You were the brightest and the most ambitious. And I say ambitious because otherwise the statement wouldn't me true. You weren't the smartest you dumbass that was Bean.

And you loved the Buggers? Don't make me laugh. You feared them. We all did. They were coming to attack us, to kill us and take over Earth. You hated them. They were coming to destroy everything you held dear. Perhaps not everyone left on Earth. But they would kill Valentine and Bean and Petra and Alai and you too. They would have killed me. But you wouldn't have given a damn. Not then. Maybe now you would. I can't believe you were the smartest, well the second smartest. All the rest of us knew we were just as capable as Alai and Petra. We never resented you, that's true, but we hated the fact that you looked down on us, even subconsciously.

I don't mean to be bitter on our long awaited reunion. Though this can hardly count as a reunion. Great job Ender, you've moved on, you're going to live life. Have fun! You didn't have the chance to before. And I may have sounded like a bitch up there but I love you Ender. Hell, you saved all of us! How can I not?

Don't answer that.

Your forever loyal soldier who only ever longed to be loved,

Carn Carby

From: Ender Wiggin

To: Carn Carby

Subject: Re: Re: Space

Haha. You're too cute. Of course you're mad and of course you love me. You didn't need to tell me that, silly.

Ok. I'll stop the cute little kid act. It's just so much fun, though. You should have tried it when you had the chance.

On a more serious note, I'm sorry to say that you're wrong. It's true that I didn't trust you as much as some others and that I didn't take the time to love my soldiers, but I did love the Buggers. I watched every vid known to man. I learned all their thoughts, all their strategies. I knew exactly what they would do next. I began to think like them, and eventually to love them. They lived in perfect unity, completely unlike humans. They entranced me and held my attention for hours, like the giant in the Fantasy Game.

Carn, it's a big bad world. Universe actually. Not everything's going to go just right. Oh, and another thing you're wrong about. I didn't save us. I simply killed them. They weren't going to kill us. We were just stupid. Such stupid humans. We acted upon fear. If we had only tried to communicate with the Buggers, we could have shared the universe. We were so irrational, such rash decisions. No one thought. The brains of everyone on the planet ceased to work when clouded by such fear. Sure, they may have looked frightening, but who was it that said "don't judge a book by its cover"? He has all my respect. And you my friend, have all my love.

All my love, which sadly I doubt is adequate at all,

Ender Wiggin