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Letter's Home.
Posted: 25 Sep 2006 10:54 PM |
Darling Mamma and Pappa.
You remember I told you I had met briefly a lady called Alis? Well I saw her again this day and it turned out to be a day of both amazing wonder and appalling revulsion.
Let me explain a bit.
I bumped into Alis as I was walking along the northern highway and we stopped and greeted each other warmly and spoke almost as old friends.
Anyway Alis had looked sad and forlorn when I talked to her and thus I had asked her if she wished to accompany me and relieve herself of whatever yolk that troubled her spirit for as you know father I have ever been a good listener to those who need an ear.
We walked and talked for many miles as she unburdened herself to me and I could see her spirits lifting the deeper we went into the forests. At last we arrived at the hidden lake I told you of and there sitting amidst those ancient trees we relaxed and talked of many things. She told me of her friend Dana who had killed many elves and in her turn had been slain by those ungentle folks and this was why she was sad. I am always surprised by this cycle of violence mother; it’s as if people are blind to its reality. But of all the people in these strange lands it is the elves that have been the greatest disappointment to me. They are haughty and full of foolish arrogance, instead of seeking Dana’s recovery to the light of life they hacked off her head as though life were not a precious gift. Why just the other day a Elvin wizard named Valetharion declared to me that his solution to finding a trap was to summon a bear to his side and then to cast it upon the trap killing the bear in some agonising way as well as removing the trap so that he could continue on his way unharmed. Such conceit, such unfeeling arrogance for the care of a living beast I had not expected of a Elf. Being as they are so long lived I had supposed them to be wiser and more understanding of the need for balance, and yet the more I learn and see of them the more disheartened I become. Can you imagine how utterly repugnant such an act is to throw a bear upon a trap out of nothing more than sheer lazy arrogance.
But bad news is not all that this journey brought to me for I have some news which is both wonderful and perplexing.
Father you know we spoke often of how my powers began to manifest themselves around the farm with the sheep always following me without need of a dog to nudge them along and from there to this innate ability I had in growing things in difficult land and how you suspected that I might be one of the Tree Farmers that come but rarely to our people? Well I can confirm much of your suspicions for my powers seem to be maturing here much more rapidly than at home. I think this is because the dangers here are so much more numerous and vile and thus I am pushed more on my path by urgency and need.
Yet I digress for the import of my note to you and mother is not this accumulation of power but of knowledge.
Father I have discovered to my amazement that here in this far land is a religion which is totally dedicated to our beliefs about balance and the need for sustainable growth as we interact with the world. I know we have discussed the various ideas on religion and been dismissive of them in general, despising the hatred they seem to engender in men, but all of them were based on some theoretical deities which non have ever seen or benefited from. This is true here in this land also with the exception of the religion centred around someone they call ‘The Mother Elbereth’. From what I can gather thus far her teachings are balance and love of nature and the cycle of life exactly as you have taught me these many years. All things being equal I would have imagined her nothing more than a simple theology like any other we have seen 'just more centred and balanced'. But such is not the case for I have seen her.
Alis and I were sitting at the lake discussing many things both religion and earthly when Elbereth appeared to us as a white stag and then turning the summer to winter she froze the lake and then at last after afflicting great pain upon me of such intensity that I fainted she appeared before us in person and spoke in a Elven tongue which I could not understand to Alis. Then after a brief moment she left us alone once more and the pain of her curse was lifted from me and I felt a calm peace return to me once again.
I know you will be full of anxiety that a God is brutally attacking your daughter but it was not quiet how it seemed at first for after when Alis and I spoke of this I left her and went to contemplate in a quiet glade all the events of the day. At last I began to understand the meaning of all that happened and I think father it is this. The pain was to teach me that what I was seeing was real and not some imaginary illusion, the changing of a season from summer to winter was to teach me that this was a power beyond any wizard and was from a God, and the white stag was to teach me that there is beauty and love in this life and not just woe, and finally the removal of the pain was to teach once again your long lessons about healing and bringing goodness to people in their hours of need.
Father, Alis says that The Mother Elbereth has plans for me and that to see her when before the day began I knew nothing of her existence show her [Alis] that these plans may be of great import, what do you think?
Well father I must set my feet upon the path now chosen and seek out all knowledge of the Lady Elbereth and what it is she would have of me, and so I must close.
Be assured I am well provisioned and have taken rooms with the good rangers of Mirghul and that I am well.
Kiss mother for me.
Your loving daughter
Katya.
P.S. do cuddle Bubbles for me and let her know Mira is safe and finding lots of honey in the woods here.
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Love 'n' light
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Re: Letter's Home.
Posted: 28 Sep 2006 04:18 AM |
Darling Mamma and Papa.
During these many weeks since my arrival in this awful place I have discovered a serial rapist murderer and kidnapper of women. I have seen the undead running rampant across the lands. I have seen men abusing the animals for fun and I have seen enough egotism and envy and arrogance to swamp this city in the detritus of their pride.
On ever day since my arrival I have witnessed such a general vileness of attitude and foolishness amongst the population here that I have to admit to becoming less than pleasant to these individuals when they are rude and obtuse towards me. You will forgive me father I pray for I know it is not what you teach, but these people are utter scum…
Only Alis – Bel - Nadia and Father Whitebeared have been consistent in the generosity of spirit that I had expected to find with the Elven folk but did not. Every wizard here is a shitehawk arguing black is white and white is black. The only race here that has been universally sweet is the Hin [Halflings father. it is the name the folks here give to them] and even amidst them there are one or two unsavoury characters who seem to think themselves superior and take delight in hurting others.
Frankly father I am ready to come home for unless things change and folks become much more politer in their doings with me I am liable to start slapping a few faces… particularly three bitches I met recently [I am sorry father but that is all I can call them] who I have tried consistently to help but who rebuff me with violent manner and are rude to me in the extreme.
I never knew women could look like men and my god.. so few of these people even bother to bathe.. Can you imagine what they smell like mamma? … It is vile to have their rank odour wafting into my nose and Mira simply hides in the woods when they come along as they stink so much it makes her sneeze.
One such female called Amy is so butch and rude that I was asked if she was a man poorly disguised as a woman. [She even has a shadow of hair on her chin].
Alas that I must remain amongst these smelly rude people father, but I guess if I am ever to do the Mothers work I must go where she calls me.
I am healthy and well fed and do have excellent friends so do not be worried by the tone of this letter I am just a little out of sorts.
Anyhow father I must go, pet Bubbles and kiss mamma for me.
Your loving daughter
Katya
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Love 'n' light
Wings |
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