Spirits: The Tragedy of Mars

2 years later...

Dear Mars,

It's been a long time. I don't know what year it is, but it feels like it's been more than one. My voice has started to deepen and from what I can feel, my body hair has begun to grow in every spot, nearly covering every scar I have from being tazed. Even the one from you. It's exhausting in this desert heat, I'm sure my body hair would benefit me in Piccolo.
I told you I wasn't just gonna wait on you, I've actually built up some endurance and strength, and luckily I've begun to make myself numb so I can no longer feel the effects of electricity against my skin and nerves.

I could break out myself, but they would kill me if I were to get caught again. There is no higher security than this.

I really want to tell you why I'm really here, but you would eventually hate me too. And I don't think I could handle any more rejection than my parents and the rest of where I've resided since I was first sent here. Which who knows how fucking long that's been.

Pluto has been writing me, and I hope that she has remained safe in y'all's care. I wish I could hug her, she's told me how much she's felt not like herself since I haven't been there with her. I worry and fear for her safety as she grows older. Please protect her for me, and make sure Luna and her are safe. She talks about Luna all the time.

Miss you Mars,
Neptune

This letter was poorly written, not from its content, but actually poorly written. The letters were not aligned, and it was difficult to read that one. I'm assuming a combination of his numbness and the fact that it was probably dark in his compartment made it so.

2 more years past. Jupiter and I were both 19. Jupiter had grown distant from the whole family, despite still living in the castle. He just stayed up in his room more often unless he was needed or there was food being served. I often was treating Gaia and accompanying my father simultaneously.

At this point in time, Gaia's parents had passed away of desert rheumatism, as the shards of sand in the desert tore up their lungs, and they got infected, as did Ceres, may their souls rest in peace. Therefore, Gaia was allowed to live with us, and her brother Mercury became the King of Tenor. It was this week that I was to propose to her. I was determined to make her my wife, and the future queen of Alto.
However, before I was to do such a thing, I needed to have a serious talk with my father and Mercury, for his approval in marrying his sister. Gaia was still fast asleep in her own quarters, while I was assisting my father in making his breakfast.

"Father," I started.

"Ah yes, son, I would love two sugars with my tea," He chuckled, but continued. I put two lumps of sugar into his tea and stirred it calmly. "What is it, son?" I was not yet ready to answer him, but I knew I needed to. Someone must finance this extraordinary occasion.

"Well, Father, I've been seeing Gaia for quite a long time, and I've been really thinking about a future with her. Father, I want to make her my wife." I looked down as I was speaking, but when I was done, I looked up to him, with a gentle smile upon his wrinkled face.

"I had a feeling you were going to bring that up at some point, Mars. Gaia is a very nice girl, and I approve of her very much. Her poor family could be in need of a little bit of joy right now. However," he paused, and looked at me as he took a sip of his tea. "This is not just a romantic pursuit, Mars, I hope you're aware of this. Marrying Gaia would unite the kingdoms of Tenor and Alto, potentially... complicating things. I hope you earn the respect and approval of our fellow Mercury. I'm sure he has a lot on his plate, and I'm not entirely sure if he, alone, will be able to finance her marriage. We might have to finance it ourselves."