It's been a while since I posted something, I suppose I've been pretty busy what with the war and all. I could go into detail explaining where we've been going and what we've been doing, but I'd personally rather not think about it. Too many good people have died. Although, I think we may finally be done. Done with the war, done with the running, done with it all. It seems like we've been running, ever since we left Troy. Trying to find a place that we can call home. When we left there were so many more of us. Now it's only a few battle hardened soldiers. Tired, and weary.

This war with the Rutulians was just as bad, if not worse than the war with the Danaans. At least there we were fighting for what was right. We were defending our country. Defending our home. Honestly, I'm not even sure who is the "good guy" in this war. There may not even be one. All I know is that there is no woman, whether god or human, that is worth the deaths of so many soldiers, of so many countrymen, of so many friends. Aeneas isn't the same anymore. When we first left Troy I followed Aeneas not because he's intelligent, that's a joke, or because he was a good fighter. I followed him because he is a natural born leader, and he was doing the best he could for all of us. Now, I'm not so sure. If he really wanted the best for all of us, why would he submit us to this war, where so many good people have died. Both sides have lost honorable men, wise leaders, beautiful youths.

And for what? A stupid girl! Honestly, I think Aeneas has gone a little crazy. First he loses his wife in Troy. Than he loses Dido, which hurt him even if he didn't really care about her all that much. Maybe he's gone a little off the deep end. I know I sure have. When we first left Troy, Aeneas wanted a new home. Now he's willing to sacrifice all this. Just for some king's daughter...

Aeneas absolutely hasn't been the same guy I used to know. Throughout the war, he's gotten more and more insane, and I was worried for him, but I knew he would pull out of it by the end of the war. Atleast that's what I thought.

Pallas. Pallas was so brave, so strong for his age. He was entrusted to Aeneas, and Aeneas took that very seriously. I'm not sure why he cared so much for Pallas, but he did. When Turnus killed him, Aeneas lost it. His eyes...his eyes. When he saw it, something changed in his eyes. He lost something inside of him, something crucial. Thank Jupiter I was there with him when it happened. He pulled out his sword, and just started running. I had to hold him back, otherwise he would've taken on the entire Rutulian army. Scary part is, I wasn't afraid for him. I was afraid for the Rutulians. He would've systematically slaughtered every last one of them, until Turnus reared his ugly head. I held him back until he calmed down, but even then he wasn't the same. I knew he would never be the same Aeneas from Troy. The imbecile I was honored to call my best friend.

I think it was for the best that Aeneas killed Turnus. It ended the war, and honestly, I think Turnus deserved it. Aeneas hasn't been the same since. He doesn't tell dumb jokes anymore, he doesn't hardly speak to Lavinia. I haven't spoken to him in weeks. I've tried, but he's just too distant. I don't think he could handle the stress of all of it anymore. He just snapped, he's a broken shell of a man now.

Still, after all this. I really think we're finally done. We've settled down. I've found a new wife. I'm happy. For once in years, I'm really happy. I'm nothing like I was before Troy...but I'm happy, and after all isn't that the most important thing? I can finally relax, no threat of war barging down my door. I can finally sleep.