((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

((Please Note the Following is Out of Character information to those that read it other than the people involved. Mostly))

Dearest Viktor,

I struggle to start this letter. One day, a version of you will read it. Which one, I do not know. This particular entry into our life together seems to be the perfect one to mention such an eventuality. After all, you expressed to me that you often feel like a different man entirely. Having met 3 versions of you so far, I cannot help but agree. You are not the same. I'm sure over the hundreds of existences you have endured, there have been similarities.

But I digress.

We had to pull Calliope out of her realm and subdue her in order to rejoin the halves of you in her realm. We debated and argued and planned. I hated it. I never wanted to fight her. She was someone I respected and feared since I met her. She was always an enigma. I felt sick. I still do.

We bought the same armor we once sold so rescue Red. Antimagic plate armor. Rocio wore it. We knew we had to stop her from casting. But we had to draw her out.

And the only bait I could think of was myself. She has been eyeing me warily since she realized we had feelings for one another. I promised her that nothing would come of it. We could not have children. But when I told her that, you were merely a human man. A tabaxi and a human could not have children together without serious magical intervention. I had no intention of going to such lengths.

But it turns out you aren't actually a human. Not really. You're so much more.

So I made up a lie. We married. I was pregnant. I made an awful bump to trick her and Bim. My poor sweet Bim.

Can they ever forgive me for what I did? I am crying again just thinking of it. The pain I caused them. I cannot forgive myself.

But you pulled me into the pantry as everyone was setting up the display of celebration. I confessed to you that I had dreamed of a life together after we defeated the Lord of Blades. I could barely get the words out, I was so emotional. I had thought we could clear our names and live a stable life. I told you I never expected children. When I left home, I accepted that as my reality. But I thought we could form a family in a fashion, and I that was my dream.

Then you told me that you wanted to live what we had left together to most. After all, the whole reason we have to draw Calliope out was to meld you and Albane. And what will happen when that is done? I do not know and neither do you. But I can only imagine the worst.

And so you proposed to me. With a platinum and diamond ring of all things. The irony is not lost to me. But I will cherish it until my last breath. I feel like a dragon myself. Hoarding treasures.

After a private moment, I called Bim to join us and tried to subtly tell them that I am pregnant. I didn't want to make it too obvious. After all, Bim couldn't let it slip that it was a trap.. but I suppose she still knew it was. Or maybe she didn't. I don't know. Not yet. Maybe I never will.

We then waited and waited until exhaustion started to wear on us. I wanted to just go to bed with you, but the others insisted we stay. Eventually I was too tired to care about life or death or plans and I want to join you. You were snoring, you were so tired.

I had trouble sleeping. Then you were no longer snoring. You weren't there. I went to your study and you were behind the table. You seemed cold and distant. I couldn't understand. You had just proposed and told me you wanted to live what we had left together to the fullest. We spoke and then you rebuffed me. I suppose there is something to say for my confidence. I knew it wasn't you. I demanded to know who.

I suspected something when you called me Breezy, but I didn't think Bim could be you. But you were Bim and the dream wavered.

How can I live with myself. My poor sweet friend was so sad and guilty. I hugged them and stroked their wild hair and apologized. I didn't realize she would hurt Bim like this. She could have used anything else. But she used my sweet Bim.

I am a monster.

Bim begged for forgiveness and I told them I wasn't angry. I wasn't mad. How could I be? I didn't tell them it was my fault, but I apologized as we cried together. I begged Bim to keep my painting of us safe. It is my favorite. And you won't remember me anyway.

I forgot to mention, Bim promised me that Calliope promised not to hurt me. But she will, won't she? I'm going to anger her so much. Funny. I wonder how long it's been since she's actually felt something. I can't imagine giving people any power over your feelings is something a practical immortal can stomach after so long.

I told Bim I wished that we could have more time together, but that I had to wake. But I couldn't. Calliope's hold on my mind was too strong. But then, I was awake. Bim must have broken the dream. I woke to silence. Complete silence. The sort where you can't even hear the blood rushing past your ear drums or your heartbeat. I was trapped in vines and you were completely out of view. I could see her over me and I was awash in a sickly green light. I saw Bim, sobbing in the silence and looked back at Calliope.

There was no escape for me. I could not use my magic and I felt like my brain was wrapped up in the vines as much as my body. I simply surrendered to whatever it was that she was doing. There was no point in trying to fight, and whatever she was doing didn't cause me pain. Whatever it was, it wasn't meant to kill me.

So I had to take what small victory I could. I had failed. Hardly a surprise, all considering.

I closed my eyes. I felt a strange vibration, but I didn't look. And then there was the sound of combat. The sound of metal against metal and the vines were gone and my mind was back. I could see the others surrounded Calliope and the fight was on. It was a dance of Antimagic. I managed to contain the situation as I did with Lucatiel. Unfortunately that and some poorly placed walls of force were my only contributions.

Rocio, Green, Gunne, and Dawn fought her, and despite crippling her by taking away her use of spells and magic items, it was a long slog. After all, druids can still do druid things. But in the end. We did it. They did it.

But the worst is still yet to come.

Your Wife,

Breeze