The Secret Correspondence of the Dancing War - Part 1
A/N: The accurate epilogue of Broken Throne we deserved, decoded by @lilyharvord and me!
I’m sorry I can’t give you the time to talk with you about this in person and only leave you this letter as a reminder. I hope it’ll serve as that, at least. You can take it as a promise.
I’ve avoided making promises to you. No big ones, that is. I didn’t want to add broken promises to my list of shortcomings and misses, of which you never forget to remind me after I’ve been away. I’ll expect you to scold me if I make a promise only to break it. Clara, I am and have been willing to listen when my child needs to chide me. I wish you to trust me. I might be scary, but I never wish to scare you.
I’m sure there’ll be another lecture waiting for me when I return from Tiraxes, trying to convince its rulers to side with the Scarlet Guard and Montfort instead of joining the other remaining Silver monarchies. After years of stubborn indecisiveness, they should've realized by now the advantages and future we can offer. But I suppose minds of brick are a common trait among Silver monarchs, not just Calores. But I've gotten through to Cal, and I'll get through to the Triarch of Tiraxes that it would be foolish not to join the Scarlet Guard if they want to keep their heads - and dignity, though I suspect the latter is of bigger import to them. Although Ada's arguments will cut down their pride and refuses and if not, I'll scare them until they see fit to agree.
Which means, I have every reason to be successful and return whole and healthy to you. I promise this.
That is why I’d also like to ask for a promise from you, Clara: Please don’t teleport on your own. Don’t try to follow me, don’t play tricks Mare and Cal, your grandparents or anyone else of your family (which includes Kilorn, obviously! They have my authority in my absence, so listen to them.).
I know you'll understand. Even if you’re furiously waving this letter in your hand right now, as furious as you were on the base yesterday and … vanished. One moment, I told you we’d have to stay there instead of at home because of the rising threat of attacks, the next you protested and were gone.
Please. My heart stopped. My mind blanked and I had to think of your father who teleported one last time, right to his death. It didn’t make sense, to think of this, but the fear for you lived up all the same. Even as my heart warmed and beat again as I realized that you are like him.
Shade, your father, never had a trainer or teleporter companion. All he did, he’d mastered on his own, not even knowing how or why or if they were other Reds with abilities like him. He was brave. But you don’t have to be. You can ask other teleporters for advice and tutoring, like Arezzo (though you'll have to wait for her to return with Ada, me and the rest of the team.) This is also a promise. We will train your ability, so you can use it safely. And for whatever you want.
This is what I want to give you, what I strive for in my efforts: That you can have a childhood now (no matter how difficult our lives are), but also a future you can choose, with the right and possibilities to be whatever you wish for.
I wish I could hug you right now,
PS: I don’t like to live on the base instead of in our cozy house either, Dove. I’ll miss it, and your frequent “redecoration” attempts. I love you,
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