Though you may never find this letter, I write in hope that someday you might.
I fear my quest is coming to an end, Sire, for it has been a long and agonising few months.
We have battled valiantly with the forces that dare threaten to take away the land you ruled, we fought and lost many amidst the rains of arrows. The army that remained, and I, led them far up to the mountains and away from your people.
The treacherous conditions of nature's towers have aided us, yet it may mark the end of my journey. Forgive my handwriting, the icy chill of the wind draws cruel.
I laugh, with what breaths of mine likely remain, and smile with my dampened eyes at the notion of the wind of yours ever hurting me.
An impossible task, I thought.
Your honestly always was an admirable quality of yours, and so I must be honest with you.
I fear I am succumbing to the injuries I collected in this battle of honour, Sonic.
What few brave men remain, lay, and I pray peacefully, in a mournful trail leading up to the cliff of where I reside now. If I could draw or paint like the artists you were so fond of, I would show you the magnificent view I have from this ledge of mine.
It embodies everything I loved about you.
Have no fear, I believe I will be comfortable here, rested against the gentle moss and smooth stones.
I face the world eastward, an almost reminder of all the times we had that I cherish in the kingdom below, and a chance for the rising sun to warm me one last time, as I go on my way to the other side.
Perhaps I'll see you there, Sire.
Though that may be the selfish side of me speaking, I have and always will pray that you are still home with the family you spoke so longingly of.
The world needs you far more than it needs me, Sonic.
I have fulfilled my duty as a Knight, I hope it was enough to have made you proud. My eyes are growing tired and I feel my breath falter beneath the toll of battle. I'm afraid this is all I may write.
I will lay here, facing the rising sun, and place down my paper and quill.
I shall savour each crisp breath of thin air, and rest in the comfort of your presence.
From my body, flowers shall grow.
I am them, and that is eternity.
We shall meet again, Sonic, amidst a celestial tapestry of the stars.
