A Hero's Journey--Part 2

Closing her eyes, the Vice Foreign Minister, Relena Peacecraft, rubbed her eyes and sighed. Inside her office, piles of papers occupied every usable space and then some, ranging from ‘upmost importance’ to ‘when hell freezes over’ urgency. Surveying the mass, she sighed again.

‘When did I start getting tired?’ she wondered, leaning against the worn, leather chair and taking a small break. ‘When did this became just a job and stop being my passion?’

She had soon learned that the peace that the Gundams and the others had worked so hard to achieve was shaky. Relena had quickly began her journey across Earth and the colonies soldering the various factions together. While peace was still being maintained, she knew how quickly it could all changed.

A knocked on the door interrupted her thoughts. She made an half-hearted attempt to look busy. “Come in,” she called.

One of her secretaries entered. “I’m so glad that I caught you, Ms. Peacecraft,” the young woman said, crossing the room. She handed the diplomat an envelope. “This has just arrived for you.”

Thanking the young woman, Relena accepted the envelope and watched the girl leave. Leaning back into the chair, she studied the envelope. She sliced the letter open with a fingernail and pulled the letter out.

The young woman sat up as she read the letter. She actually smiled by the time she got to the third paragraph. With a contented sigh, she finished the letter and then reread it.

“Of course I’ll meet you,” she murmured aloud, carefully returning the letter to its envelope. She went to the door of her office. “Gretchen, I need you!”

Another young secretary appeared. “Yes, Vice Minister?” She studied her boss with questioning brown eyes. Never in her employment had she seen Ms. Peacecraft this happy.

“I need you to clear my schedule for the next two weeks, Gretchen. There is nothing that can’t be rescheduled, is there?”

Gretchen slowly shook her head. “Not without the proper amount of finesse, Ms. Peacecraft. May I ask the reason for the rescheduling?”

Relena laughed. “I am taking a vacation, Gretchen. And nothing short of another full-blown war is going to interrupt it.” Leaving the younger woman speechless, Relena headed to her chambers.


Part II Closing her eyes, the Vice Foreign Minister, Relena Peacecraft, rubbed her eyes and sighed. Inside her office, piles of papers occupied every usable space and then some, ranging from ‘upmost importance’ to ‘when hell freezes over’ urgency. Surveying the mass, she sighed again. ‘When did I start getting tired?’ she wondered, leaning against the worn, leather chair and taking a small break. ‘When did this became just a job and stop being my passion?’ She had soon learned that the peace that the Gundams and the others had worked so hard to achieve was shaky. Relena had quickly began her journey across Earth and the colonies soldering the various factions together. While peace was still being maintained, she knew how quickly it could all changed. A knocked on the door interrupted her thoughts. She made an half-hearted attempt to look busy. “Come in,” she called. One of her secretaries entered. “I’m so glad that I caught you, Ms. Peacecraft,” the young woman said, crossing the room. She handed the diplomat an envelope. “This has just arrived for you.” Thanking the young woman, Relena accepted the envelope and watched the girl leave. Leaning back into the chair, she studied the envelope. She sliced the letter open with a fingernail and pulled the letter out. The young woman sat up as she read the letter. She actually smiled by the time she got to the third paragraph. With a contented sigh, she finished the letter and then reread it. “Of course I’ll meet you,” she murmured aloud, carefully returning the letter to its envelope. She went to the door of her office. “Gretchen, I need you!” Another young secretary appeared. “Yes, Vice Minister?” She studied her boss with questioning brown eyes. Never in her employment had she seen Ms. Peacecraft this happy. “I need you to clear my schedule for the next two weeks, Gretchen. There is nothing that can’t be rescheduled, is there?” Gretchen slowly shook her head. “Not without the proper amount of finesse, Ms. Peacecraft. May I ask the reason for the rescheduling?” Relena laughed. “I am taking a vacation, Gretchen. And nothing short of another full-blown war is going to interrupt it.” Leaving the younger woman speechless, Relena headed to her chambers.


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