((Please keep in mind that this is OOC knowledge))

Dearest Viktor,

As I often do, I struggle with how to write this. After all, you will not read them. I have no idea what will come of it.

We spoke to Calliope and she was difficult. She did not want to answer our questions, but i feel as though she did at points. She tired of our ignorance and our constant grasping. We captured her, but what resulted with our knowledge changed our plans. We will not be combining the parts of you and Albane.

In some ways it is worse.

It has been revealed to us that the Lord of Blades is not just your son, but has been your son since you started to walk upon the mortal plane. You fell in love with a woman long forgotten and had a child with her. The child was lost to time. He had no great achievements and never caused the problems you did when left unattended. But he did find you again while you were in Cyre and you were reunited as father and son. You... but not you.

Still, you have some obligation to him.

I struggle with how to convey this. How to accept it. Calliope took away my ability to bear children. You would think that I would have no true issue with this. After all, I never intended to have my own children. I never thought it a possibility, or wise. After all, I plan on returning home to my people. How could I split a child between that world and this? I'm also vain and conceited. How could I destroy my body to bring new life into this world I'm so desperate to save?

You told me that you felt as though you had no connection to your previous lives. You are so different in each one, and having met three versions of you, I'm inclined to agree. I told you I would have to restore your complete divinity to break the cycle and have you return to your proper place. You said you would stop being selfish and go. I will not be selfish either.

Oh, why is this so difficult?

You asked me to find him after we have killed what he is now. After I take his divinity and make him a simple mortal. You asked for me to find him, raise him, be his mother. I told you I would if it was needed, but I would watch him. I cannot in good conscious kidnap a child that is loved from his family. I'll help him, though he might not ever understand why I would be his benefactor.

You said you thought I would be a good mother.

What kind of mother could a person like me possibly be? I'm willing to sacrifice so much so that people that hardly deserve it can have a tomorrow and freedom. I am willing to let you go.

Before I left you, you gave me a box that you had locked away. You told me not to open it until I was with the others. I did as you asked and found a deck of cards. I knew what it was without identifying it. Nothing else could warrant the security you had it under. The Deck of Many Things. A cursed object if there ever was one. I snapped the box shut and tried to take it away, but the others insisted that they draw. They even pressured me into it. Green's sword transformed into something more powerful and gems were had. Our bodies were altered. I had to fight some spectral reaper. I have very little ability to fight anything, but I managed to survive. I did get physically stronger though, I suppose. Not by much, but it was something.

After that, Rocio approached me and asked if I could cast simulacrum on them. I asked what it was for and they would not answer me. I knew then it was for their quest to kill the bloodline that slaughtered theirs.

I understand the drive for vengeance to a point, but I lack the stomach for it. Perhaps if I were the one that lost all of my history I would be driven to such a point. I do not know. But I cannot. All I could think of was a child looking at me, terrified and innocent. I cannot make them pay for the sins of their forefathers.

Rocio enlisted Gunne and Dawn to help them. Green refused to be completely helpful, from what i understand, and I refused to assist in any way. I would not take them and I would not bring them back. I would have no part in such a dark act. My magic would not be involved in any way that I could help it.

They came back successful, but Gunne is different. He's darker. More terrifying. The man I knew him as is turning into something I cannot stomach. I cannot look at Rocio without feeling profound sadness and disappointment. Dawn has returned broken and despondent.

This journey is breaking us. The bonds that held me to them are fracturing. We're supposed to be heroes. We're supposed to save the world from the machinations of the Lord of Blades.

How is it that my friends are turning into villains before my eyes and I cannot stop them?

We cannot waste anymore time. They may not want to fight him any longer if we do.

I wish I was stronger. I wish I was smarter. I wish I could make it end the way I envisioned it.

Yours,

Breeze