Monsieur St Just,

I regret that this must be in a public venue, but I know of no other way to contact you indirectly.

It would be best that we were not closely acquainted.  This is in no way meant to be regarded as ill will against you.  Simply the way things must be.  Thank you, in spite of this, for being so kind.

-A.H

To Monsieur Armand,

I want to thank you for helping me the other night.  I hope you are well.  I haven't been able to leave my room since then, so I was unable to meet you in person.



To those who helped me in the clinic,

I was unable to learn your names, and I meant to visit you to offer my thanks and help, but my circumstances slowed the journey.  I thank you for your patience and kindhearted assistance.


To Miss Relena,

It was a pleasure to meet you.  Thank you for accompanying me last night.  I'm sorry for troubling you.


To Utena,

Are you here?




-Anthy Himemiya

Once upon a time, there were two princesses who were taken prisoner by an evil wizard, who locked them in a dark tower.  The tower, in spite of its darkness, was really quite comfortable to all appearances- with good food and soft beds to sleep in, but sometimes, there were goblins who came to challenge the princesses to difficult games and riddles in exchange for their lives.  The princesses were resourceful and clever, so they managed to survive, but the Wizard had powers far more cunning, and more simple than that for which they were prepared.
Every so often, he took the princesses gently by the hands and spoke to them kindly to reassure them.  He would put them in blindfolds and guide them to an adjoining hall, with a great barred window that let breeze through, and a large hearth in the wall.
"You feel that warmth?" He would say, "That is the sun.  And this is the fresh forest wind you feel."  The rats would squeak and he would say "Ah, but there are the birds, my dears!"  And in this way, he had fooled the princesses in to believing they were allowed the priveledge of going outdoors.  Perhaps they were very lucky prisoners.

The first princess, haughty and reckless, supposed she could run away while they went on their outings.  So she did, still blindfolded and dizzy from years in the dark, and she ran headfirst in to the hearth, burning to death.

The second princess, at once being stubborn and comprimising, decided that her lot was good enough, and that the prison was as much freedom as she would ever have.  She slowly perished in her dark dungeon.

To the end, neither had ever been aware of their deception.


~The End.~