The Letters
Creed sniffled softly, as he reached for the pendant that hung around his neck and looked down at it. He always kept it tucked underneath his shirt and if not he always manage to keep it out of sight from the others. It was a gift from his mother, she gave to him when he became a member of the crowns guard. He remembered how both happy and worried she looked that day. As he rubbed the gem in between his fingers he looked over to a desk in the corner of the room for a moment before sighing and held the jewel tightly in his grasp. 'No more running,' he told himself as he stood up and walked towards the desk, grabbing his bag on the way as he pulled out his quil, ink, and parchment and started to write away.
'My dearest Mother, I am sorry it had taken me so long to write to you, it brings great pain to have left you without any explanation. After I saw my friends hug his mother it made me realized how much I missed your comforting embrace...'
Creed had begun to write letters, one to each of those he held dear. Letting them know he was okay, telling them about the people hes met and all of the things he's seen and experienced. Making sure not to leave any single detail out as he quickly went through pages upon pages of parchment.
'My dear sister, Forgive me for taking so long to write you. You can bash me upside the head if you like if we ever see each other again for my sheer stupidity. But I must tell you about this talented Tabaxi I met while I've been away...'
'Brother, I know it had been ages since that day, I hope you're doing well and your men fall in line quite nicely. I know I wasn't so obedient back in those days, I think you and a dear friend of mine would get along quite nicely...'
As he made it to the final person he needed to write to, he stopped, his quil hovering over the page as his hand shook. His mind beginning to dewell over the feelings of him, wondering if he'll ever read it, if he'll just throw it away, or if he'll respond. His mind stopped making these false illusions by shaking his head and for once telling himself something postive. 'You can do this.' Creed then took a deep breath as he began to write the letter and for once, a genuine smile appeared on his face as he wrote it.
' My beloved William, I am sorry it has taken me so long to write you, no words can describe the guilt I feel. But I do not ask for your forgiveness, I know I am un worthy of that, instead all I ask is that you read this. You do not have to respond but I must tell you everything that has happened since I left home...'
