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    My Darling Theron,

  It’s been a few days since last we spoke, I believe the conversation went awry slightly. So distracted I was by the worries in my head and the way your eyes sparkle when you smile at me. Perhaps I veered a bit into the unknown, but you make it an easy thing to do. To be held within your arms and tumble into places I’ve only read of in stories. 

  It has been nearly week since you saw me safely home and I struggled to find sleep with the memory of you still on my lips and in that time I have not forgotten a moment. I have not shied from or run away. It wasn’t you I hid from in my room, watching the harbor and lacking the will to step outside. It was everyone else, it was the looks and the whispers. My sisters and my friends. It was the knowledge that it is known.

  I have heard people speak of the Light forsaking them, that it refused to help when called upon, when needed most. It’s not the Light that forsakes us, but us, the Light. In so many confessions they utter that it was they who turned their back on the brightness, the love and the power. The Light shines on us all. I truly believe this, despite the odd looks and questioning challenges. It is the one thing, all things, have in common. The one thing that is constant if we only seek it.     I am not afraid. Not for myself. I likely should be, but I can’t muster it. I want this cloud that looms over my family to finally move on but it just-- lingers. Casting everyone I know into it’s shadow, one by one until the whole world begins to feel overcast. The sun hasn’t gone though. I know in my heart that to be true, behind a layer of gray it waits for us. It has taken a toll and I see the wear on the hearts of those I love and trust. The threads that begin to bare and it’s agony. I sit on the side, watching a great ship sink into the darkness of the ocean, helpless but heartbroken. 

  It seems time that action is the only remedy. Unpleasant or painful, though it may be. The waiting, and the earnest hoping is tiring souls and I can’t abide it any longer. If there is to be a fight, let us fight. If there is to be submission... well. Let us pick a path and walk it, under the glory of Light and know it’s righteous. Rise or fall it will be a conclusion. 

  I wish to see you. If you’re not too cross with me and-- frankly even if you are. Soon, if possible. I miss you terribly and as I’ve taken these days to isolate myself it has only taught me one important point. I’m not alone. I don’t choose it. I will fight for my sister, for myself-- for Galen and maybe together we can push the clouds away. 

   With love,   Your Lady Emilia