by SunnyJustice » Mon Nov 16, 2015 6:57 am
Vincent didn't know where he was going, but he ran until he couldn't take another step. He found himself near the secluded, overgrown road he had come from, and he just sat on a log close to the trail, not knowing what to do. He was only thirteen, and he didn't know how to fend for himself. He prayed Erin would come; out of everyone, he felt he could confide in her. But he did seem quite idiotic, running off like a rat from a pride of lions. Sorry Erin, I just don't have any idea what to do, he thought brokenly.
Apricot grinned, and the next thing she posted was neither offensive nor murderous, just for once. That's a pretty name. My friends call me Apricot, but just call me One, or General. The post suddenly turned dark right then. But when I kill you, Matty, you can call me Apricot. Hands down I'm the most vicious and torturous murderess around, but you're a bit of a good guy, so maybe I'll be easier on you. I'll stop posting now but I'll find you one day. When that day comes, have a nice death. Really, I mean it.
You're mine to kill now,
One.
Alder nodded frantically, trying not to trip over anything as he entered the kitchen. He actually succeeded. "I hope you like pizza!" he said excitedly, getting out the necessary supplies. His homemade pizza was renowned in the neighborhood. In France, Alder fit in by standing out; he would make delicious pizzas for the entire apartment.
[I don't actually have any idea what he will be doing. XD]
Rowan tilted his head a little curiously. He loved how they complemented each other perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle, but an announcement? Suddenly he was a bit nervous about being 'Mr. President.' What if he stuttered? What if he said something foolish? What if his collar wasn't adjusted right? But anything for Esme, he would do happily.
"I suppose we shall. I think Lorien would be proud."
Acacia waved to Rori as she left, then looked down at Eboni and chuckled. She sounded so excited, and Acacia loved it. "I know you will be a hero one day," she said proudly, racing through a million ideas in her head of what she could teach Eboni. And then it hit her. With the way Eboni was acting, she was bound to be an offensive fighter.
"You attack a lot with your spear, don't you?" she inquired. "It actually works better if you use it defensively, and keep your enemy at a distance."
Icaron willed himself not to get too emotional as he signed the letter, then tucked it away in a plain white envelope. He wrote Acacia's name in neat cursive on the front. The Mogadorian leader stared at his folded-up work for a long moment before reaching for more stationery. He knew his daughter was an renowned speed-reader; it wasn't spoken of much, because literacy wasn't important in the Mogadorian society, but Icaron knew.
Since Acacia could read fast, she could finish the letter quickly enough to make her choice without much delay. He wasn't sure how fast Rori could read, but he would keep the letter short and sweet; Icaron was too polite to inquire of her literary preferences, but he assumed most of his kind would grow irritated at the kind of long letter he had written his daughter. He didn't want to annoy Rori, because this would be his last method of communication to her.
Dear Rori, he started to write.
No, this wouldn't do. He altered the introduction a little, adding a little afterthought on the end of his original salutations.
Dear Rori, the love of my life, it now read.
Better. Now how would he introduce Acacia? He couldn't say 'my' daughter; he planned to be married by then. Acacia would be both of theirs.
Please don't blame our daughter; I made this choice a long time ago. If you are reading this letter, it means I have failed.
I loved you from the start. As a friend at first, but then more. You will take my place now, but you need not walk this path alone. Not even death can stop me from loving you.
I beg you, finish what I started, lead where I failed to. I wish I was as strong as you, but I was not. You are more than I will ever be; please carry on my dream. Don't let my hope die, because I won't let my love for you die.
Yours forever,
He couldn't finish. His hand was shaking too hard to sign his name, and even writing the short one-page letter made tears blur his vision.
Write your name, he told himself, how difficult can a six-letter word, be?
But indeed, it was very difficult. Icaron's name had been chosen for him because he was different. The name was derived from Icarus, but the ending had been altered for a reason. Icarus ended with 'us' because every Mogadorian was supposed to fight together, as a team. Icaron ended with 'on,' short for 'one,' because his path would always be a lonely one. His parents saw something in their child's eyes and knew he would never be normal.
He never wished he was normal, because someone had to carry this responsibility. After him, it would be Rori; unlike Icaron, she was strong and could handle it no matter what. Icaron knew a superior when he saw one.
He met her, growing up in the slum neighborhood; she had been so young, but already strong. Icaron respected her from the time he laid eyes on her. A natural commander, that one was going to become; and she had.
This wasn't as far as she would go. In Icaron's absence, she would make a better leader than he had ever made... he just feared that her goals wouldn't be the same as his.
It was alright, because he would accept her, support her, and love her, no matter what.
Just... he hoped a situation would never come, asking for these letters to be read, until he had achieved what he wanted. Icaron was the first peaceful Mogadorian leader in all their history books, and he did not want to waste his chance.
He stared at the paper, wiping his tears before they could fall and dilute the crimson ink. Shakily he put his pen to the bottom of the page and signed it, but not with his name. She would understand, because it was who she had once known him as. Just one of many ambitious commoners, a neighbor who eventually became her friend.
The boy next door.
He folded the paper up and this time, placed it in a blood-red envelope. He elegantly wrote Rori's name, completing the 'i' not with any fancy hearts or images, but simply with a single, perfect dot. He placed the letters in the spot Acacia never checked -- the old mahogany table by her bed, with two drawers, one on top of the other. The top was occasionally used for miscellaneous, unsorted items, but the bottom was completely empty.
Icaron placed both letters in the far right corner. His daughter respected his relationship with Rori, and he knew she would deliver the letter, not read it herself. He was putting tremendous trust in both women; the act of writing these letters, in itself, was because he trusted Acacia to grant him just one favor if he was in need.
Hopefully, not any time soon.
He sat back down on the chair at his daughter's desk, folded his hands together, and simply allowed himself to think.
How can I plan this war, so these letters will not need to be read?
