Title: To Dream
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Pagan
Notes: Challenge 214. Baby Series 4 #99. Takes place after Tolerance.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: To Dream
Getting people to walk the road of tolerance was no easy feat. The Peacecraft Kings had had no easy time spreading their belief far and wide, but in the past they had managed. Some with more success than others.
War was by no means a stranger to Sanc. Attracting unwanted attention was something Sanc achieved all too often in the past and diplomatic relations, whist the best way to handle contention, did not always succeed. The recent massacre in Sanc had not been its only massacre over the centuries, and it would likely not be the last either.
They strove to be one people, tolerant of differences, the ideal... And that was never easy, nor was it a popular thing in many corners of the world. Some days he mused on the idea of Sanc vanishing into the shadows and reappearing years later as a well ordered, well established unified nation.
Well, it never hurt to dream, did it?
And when you survived to the age he did during controversy filled years as he had, well, if you did not dream what use was there in living? It was that dream, amongst others, that had gotten him through the war. He had dreamed of a return to the peaceful days, of a Golden Age for Sanc, and it was not beyond the realm of possibility that such could happen.
The King who sat the throne was not shy and retiring.
Milliardo Peacecraft was a mover and shaker, and one who was graced with a sharp intelligence and wit that no one should mistake. He was not hiding from the world after the extreme actions he had taken during the war. He was not confined to a cage, a prisoner for war crimes... And just how that had happened Pagan was still uncertain, but surmised it had a great deal to do with his actions during the Barton incursion. And interference by Preventer with the War Crimes committee.
However circumstances had aligned the way they had was not his concern. He had matters much more pressing than rehashing the past. This King was attracting too much attention without any effort on his part. People in high influential positions were watching and many were not appreciating what they were seeing. Beneath Milliardo's guidance Sanc was coming together at an astonishing rate.
The people of Sanc were a hardy breed and they were a determined breed. Stubborn. Given guidance and encouragement, and not necessarily a great deal of either, they put their heads down and leaned into the grind stone. As one they worked to rebuild what had been lost, but not merely to rebuild it.
They worked to improve on what had been lost.
He lifted his gaze from the distant city and stared up at the heavens, watching the lightening eastern horizon. Spring was here and Milliardo insisted on restoring the old customs. There was a Progress to be arranged.
End
Karina Robertson 2013