Dearest Aileas,
I know not what to do without you here. I miss your guidance. I miss your wisdom. I miss feeling as though the cacophony I can’t get out of my head were a song. I miss your song, my sweet Sonata.
My mother has returned. I did not want to believe it, but I know now more than ever that it was magic that led my father to his demise. I felt it, as Lyrik must have, the moment I laid eyes on her. I should have tried harder to prevent Lyrik from using his magic, I should have destroyed the melodies within him that murdered my father. Even if it meant hurting him, at least he would be safe. At least she wouldn’t have come near him and he would have stayed at home.
But when I saw him, trapped as he was by the arms of that half-elf, he had never looked more like you. I saw the grit, the determination, the stubbornness in him that I saw in you when we were young. He stabbed her, my Sonata, he was angry and he tried to right the wrong. But he is broken. He is tired. He is not able to play the symphony of this world, and the world will take a bow to his heartstrings and play him until he is raw and snapped.
He will not come home without much persuasion, but I will bring him back there no matter what his wishes are. I will not let him risk his life out here with these people that let him be hurt.
I will bring him home with me. I will piece together our broken family as best I can. I believe we can still find happiness together.
With all my love, my Sonata,
Darion
