Letter to Vulmon and Feylun

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Dear dad and mom,

How are things back in Hollow’s forest? I hope that the fireplace keeps you warm during these cold winter nights. It’s cold here too, it snowed this morning. I’ve meet a good few people around these parts, not that I really know where “these parts” are. As ever I can’t really remember any of their names. There’s a guy with a beard and he’s really good at combat, I fought with him during an, impromptu tournament. We didn’t win, I’m sure you guessed that. There were two of the fair folk, one with wings and the other without. Both seem nice! I know you your opinion on trusting the fair folk but I think? Some things are different here. They have both helped me and are kind. There was a girl who has an odd assortment of trinkets who ran with me throughout a maze in the Fey realm. She kept a book of goings on like I do! All of these people I’ve met and grown to be acquaintances with have their own amazing stories that I’m glad to at least be in the background of.

I’m helping out around the town to earn my keep but it doesn’t feel like home. I know you will disappointed that I won’t be coming home for Memoriam, I don’t think I’ll ever be coming home again. Do you think I’m dead? Will you mourn my loss? Will I be engraved into the family tree to be traced down by your fingers in remembrance of times gone by? I suppose I’m feeling sentimental, the cold always made me so, not that you really ever knew. This is no different than any other holiday for you. Me being gone with you two doing who knows what, not even sending me a letter at school for the holiday. At least now there is a dimensional barrier between us to justify your silence. I’m not even sure why I’m writing this, you’ll never respond, I’ll never see you again. I miss you both. There’s a hole in my heart that can’t be filled because you’re both no longer there.

This is what this holiday is for I suppose, remembering family passed and cherishing the ones you still have. I may have yet to find a family, one who I can make my own, but I will find them. Together we will celebrate these cold nights and sing of times gone by. We will support one another through thick and thin. Maybe this family will be able to understand me in ways you both never did. Have a good new year mom and dad, I miss you.

Aria Blue

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