My friend. I have left you. I’m so sorry. I wish I could say this letter holds good news, but if you are reading this I have perished in my attempts to right my families wrongs. I need you to know a few things. That there is no need to avenge me, or use that amazing fire of yours to hunt anyone down. Know that I have made all these choices under my own free will, and of course I am saddened to know you will feel this grief for my loss in your life. 

But I need you to know that I am okay. 

That I didn’t die with regrets. I am happy I did all I could to save someone who meant the world to me. Oz. I can’t explain how amazing it was to first meet you. How much I needed a friend like you after what happened to Marco. You were a rock in my life, and when I was putting on an act you followed suit. Making it all okay– reminding me that it could be okay to not entirely be yourself if that coping meant you made it through another day. 

I could make it through a thousand days by your side. 

I left something for you in a secure bank in Norwich. It’s magical energies wouldn’t have been safe anywhere else. The demon who runs it is tough to deal with, but surprisingly he’s honest when it comes to securing items so long as they are paid. Travel there and seek out a man named Balfour. He will know what you are there for. I hope you find it’s use beneficial. Above all, I hope you won’t forget me. 

Love you my dear friend. As we are taught in school this is but another passing season for me. As I fall into a permanent winter I can only pray to aid in the coming spring for another. Don’t ever let that fire die in you. 

You are so special. Cheers Oz, farewell,