Dec 19, 2015
Heroes
I’ve...started to notice you.
I await your arrival.
- Your King
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Heroes
I’ve...started to notice you.
I await your arrival.
- Your King
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Dear Lyrik,
Oh... Oh my sweet little boy. My darling aria. My Lyrik. I cannot help but think that this is, in some way, my fault. It's not as though I taught you to value life. It's not as though I showed you how to be strong in the face of unyielding despair. That was your father. That was part of his charm... He has suffered, too. But he did not let it break him. I was not so strong. I... No, there is nothing I could say to you that would justify this, is there? You needed me, he needed me, and I left you both behind to escape the town and the madness that consumed me. I regret it, but I suppose... I suppose that is my punishment. Eternity with regret. And to watch. I still get to see you in your endeavors. I watched you grow, saw the magic in your blood flow into your fingers and out into noise like your father. You will not believe me, but he was once like you. I love him for a reason. I saw my tiny family rip apart at the seams I sliced open. I saw my husband and my little boy at each others' throats. I saw him use his magic like he never had before. He silenced you, and you were as terrified and appalled as I. I know you still struggle with using that spell -- I pray you never get the chance to hurt others the way he used it to hurt you. I would have liked to have learned about magic with you. I saw you and I saw Ronan, kind man that he is, teach you in all the ways he knew how. He tried very hard, and I know you saw it. He is slipping as you know and I think I shall soon speak to him again. I will not have words to thank him for all he's done. And then this. You walked out into the world and did not look back -- every mother's heartbreaking terror. But you've learned so much, my darling, my self-composed aria. You've seen good, you've seen selflessness. You've hurt, too, and seen pain. Felt pain. Loss. You've found kindness and joy and perhaps even the spark of love... Love that... That... I don't know that this was the answer, Lyrik. I don't know. Perhaps this, too, is a mother's penance for leaving her son and husband alone. I never taught you to love as I should have. Your father buried his ability to love with me. Ronan taught you what he could, but you do not know of love. You certainly know of its power, though. You certainly know of its drive, its influence. You've seen love carry you forth into danger to save that sweet Orc girl. You've seen love bring her to her greatest fear, a huge sacrifice, for the lives of her friends -- yours in particular. You've seen love pull the half-elf to the Ifrit in loss, you've seen love rally the dragonkin to your aid when the half-elf revealed your name on that boat. You are learning. Although I do not know what this will bring, although I do not know that making such a trade with a demon was worth the sacrifice... That his life was worth the sacrifice... I believe in you, my little aria. I believe that love is kindness without expectation of recompense, and you have certainly given that. And though you cannot hear me, my darling boy, please know I am proud of all you are. Of all you have accomplished. Of all you will become. I am always with you, my little aria. I love you. Love, Mom
Dear Cadence
Or Lyrik now maybe.
I’m still not sure what name you want to call me, but I’ll call you, whatever you like to me. I also know what it is, have shown their true face of the world, and I regret Celeborn have done to you.
But I think it’s for the better. If the truth about who I really was revealed, it was bad. Very bad. I was afraid, and so they were, and so everyone else was. Everyone was hurt, the most in a way that will never really heal. This is my fault, and I know it.
But good things come to the truth. Adler ’s dead. My curse was gone, for some time at least. Most wounds are healed, and we have moved on.
I believe that this will continue the Celeborn error. I hope your wounds heal quickly, so I can see you smile again.
I love you, Lyrik
- Gharol
Dear Mercenary,
Don't think I don't know what you're up to. I have read enough on human courtship and mating rituals to know that this is what you're doing, and let me be the first to tell you that you'd better leave Lyrik alone. He doesn't know anything about this sort of thing, he is easily manipulated and easily hurt, and I'm not about to sit back and let him get whisked away in the hands of some half-elf in heat. You can't possibly care about him like I do. You leave Lyrik alone. There's room enough for only one bat in his heart, and that's me. I'm watching you. - Crescendo
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
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To the King of Calenoria,
I am sorry for what I am about to write to you and I am evensorrier for what I am going to ask of you: I wish to take leave of your serviceand resign from my post as a member of the royal guard. Please consider this request, My Liege. If you have not thrown this letter down in disbelief by now, then I ask that you hear the truth.
You instructed me with two simple tasks: keep these men alive and show them the valor of a true warrior. I have done neither and have failed at both. We have slaughtered innocent men, women, and children for minor transgressions against the crown. My zealousness in defending your honor did betray me, and I acted without thought or the tact of a leader. I have known you for all of my life, My Liege, and I know you would have spoken to the hearts of these poor people and quelled their rage and stayed my hand. You would have done the right thing.
And what follows, My King, I do regret with every fiber of my being and it is which I draw my request for resignation from. I do hope you will forgive me, but I do know that I am not worthy of such an honor.
Adler Bluttrinker, Lord of the Valley of Red Rain, has been killed on our soil. He was occupying a camp North East of the town called Levinton, wherein my men and I have stationed ourselves for the past five years. Lord Bluttrinker seemed to be a threat. We had no choice… at least, that is what I believed at the time. I do not know whether or not this is still true.
Regardless, it was my actions that lead to his demise, as well as the demise of thirty-six of the forty soldiers originally assigned to my platoon.
Lt. Morgoth Cypress
Lt. Valthazar Fairbairn
Abel Killam
Adnan Adikks
Aslan Richards
Axel Vollan
Conway Sowka
Crescens Eads
Dorothy Newell
Dusan O’Dubhghaill
Edward Magee
Genevieve McTaggart
Gudrun Brennan
Iacchus Havelka
Ingrid Albescu
Irina Doyle
Keinan Abarca
Keisha Webber
Liana Christians
Londyn Houben
Milford Stefansson
Naenia Lynch
Nereus Gutierrez
Pelagia Pace
Pelagius Loncar
Peter Moffett
Petra Silvester
Phoebus O’Neill
Pilar Bottwright
Rais Draper
Robertson Arts
Roma Harding
Samuel Costanzo
Simon Airo
Stefan Underwood
Zakariah McUile
These are the names of our country’s men that I have led to their demise. I will never forget their sacrifices.
What is left of my men will return to the capitol city, and I will return willing to accept whatever punishment you see fit.
I pray you will be just, as you have always been.
- Captain Cassius Wheelock
Dear Lyrik,
Please, this is becoming ridiculous. I do not want to chase you to the ends of this planet in order to return you to your home, where you belong. Neither of us are safe out here, we must both return home where I can keep an eye on you, and you me. You are using the curse in our blood as some tool to get you by. You are chasing a futile dream of freedom out here, and you are only going to get hurt worse than you have. I may not have seen you for long, but I know you are hurt. Come home. These... people, if you can call them that, are obviously not good for you. Say goodbye to them, Lyrik. You are coming home with me, no matter whether you wish to or not. You and I both know how this is going to end. - Your father
Deore Athava,
Ic mimorie þec, áglæcwíf. Perġehæp þu dest me eallswa.
Hie mētaþ onġean.
- Bran