A Hero's Journey--Part 1

He stopped by the window, watching the moonlight dance across the landscape. There was a time not too long ago when he would have scoffed at the idea. Now, though, it didn’t seem so alien to him.

He turned from the window, walking across the sparse room to his desk. Slowly, he pulled the scrapbook from its hiding place in the clutter of papers. He rarely fell into such a state of reverie. However, tonight the memories were vivid, threatening to come alive around him.

He opened the scrapbook, slowly rereading the clippings that were already committed to memory. He had collected every scrap of information about the progress of the lives of his friends. Yet, he wondered if they had searched for him. For intents and purposes, he had effectively disappeared a few years after the peace was achieved.

He stopped reading for a moment and studied one of the more recent photographs. The Vice Foreign Minister, Relena Peacecraft, still amazed him, as a diplomat and as a woman. ‘She still hasn’t changed,’ he thought, as he turned to the latest clipping. ‘She still the passionate idealist that I met so long ago.’

Sighing, he closed the book and returned it to its hiding place. The memories would plague his dreams tonight. He accepted that. It was the unrequited fantasies that still appeared that bothered him. With his characteristic grim determination, he went to bed.


Part I He stopped by the window, watching the moonlight dance across the landscape. There was a time not too long ago when he would have scoffed at the idea. Now, though, it didn’t seem so alien to him. He turned from the window, walking across the sparse room to his desk. Slowly, he pulled the scrapbook from its hiding place in the clutter of papers. He rarely fell into such a state of reverie. However, tonight the memories were vivid, threatening to come alive around him. He opened the scrapbook, slowly rereading the clippings that were already committed to memory. He had collected every scrap of information about the progress of the lives of his friends. Yet, he wondered if they had searched for him. For intents and purposes, he had effectively disappeared a few years after the peace was achieved. He stopped reading for a moment and studied one of the more recent photographs. The Vice Foreign Minister, Relena Peacecraft, still amazed him, as a diplomat and as a woman. ‘She still hasn’t changed,’ he thought, as he turned to the latest clipping. ‘She still the passionate idealist that I met so long ago.’ Sighing, he closed the book and returned it to its hiding place. The memories would plague his dreams tonight. He accepted that. It was the unrequited fantasies that still appeared that bothered him. With his characteristic grim determination, he went to bed.


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