No Prize for Doing What Must Be Done
As the door closed behind Ric and Sunny, breath the Seer hadn’t realized she was holding released. Her chest ached, lies sour on her tongue as she murmured silent farewells to the couple she considered family. It hadn’t been easy to watch them go, knowing all the while the anger and pain that would likely follow their return. Still, she knew with bone deep certainty it was the right thing.
Vielynne didn’t linger, retrieving the pre-penned letter from her pack along with the card she’d painted by the early Mor Dhona sun. The piece was happy and vibrant: four familiar figures laughing, forever preserved beneath a thick, clear coating as the sun set behind them. Both items were left upon the side table next to her empty glass, a parting gift not unlike the one she’d affixed to the front of the package she’d placed in Synne’s hands. The words circled in her head as she departed, following her to what would be her final destination.
Beloved Friends,
Though I doubt that what I ask is something you'll be able to give for quite some time, I must beg your forgiveness all the same. While I never consciously made the decision to mislead you, I couldn't bring myself to share with you the truth I am now sure of: that we have already said goodbye.
It wasn't meant to be this way. You all began as a source of amusement...something to pass the hours as they ticked ever closer to an inevitable end. Harsh, but true. It was never my intention to involve myself in the lives and troubles of others, and yet in each of you...my pack...I have found a light from which I could not turn away. Lights that will not be extinguished, no matter the cost.
I have long thought that I was not meant for this world. It is your acceptance, your friendship, and your love that have proven to me that I am wrong. Here, amid your arms and hearts and laughter, is the only place I have ever truly belonged. Take solace knowing that the best parts of me remain with you, always.
Ric - do not use this fate as an excuse to close your heart once more. There are others who will need you, and one in particular who's safety I leave in your very capable hands. You will find a way to save her. Never give up - not even to grieve. This is a passion you and I share. Honor me by finding the answers that nobody else can.
Sunny - you are my sister in every way that matters, but this is a thread of fate we will not share. You have the power to change lives with a smile and a look. Let that change always be for the better, as it was with me. I leave you with a task massive in measure, but one I'm convinced only you are capable of: protect the pieces of my heart that remain behind. Yourself, included.
And because I know that the words are useless now, I entrust them to you, so that in dark days ahead you can offer the reassurance I cannot: I loved Revarik. I love him still. It's a phenomenon that exceeds all reason, all sanity. Even in our worst moments I have seen him for the man he is beneath what another sought to make him, and he is incredible. I do not leave him easily, but because I will not allow him to be another's tool. Ever. Again. My life is fuller, richer, and complete by knowing him and there is peace in what else I believe: that when the day comes that old things are reborn new, we will meet again. All of us.
Please forgive me this broken promise, but where I go I must go alone. The game is much bigger than once believed, and I have seen its end: it is not a victory we claim together. There is no prize for doing what must be done: only another day, another dawn, and the safety of those we hold most dear.
Don't waste them.
Vielynne
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Revarik,
I promised you I would get you what you needed. Use the serum. It is safe. I am certain enough to swear it on my own heart.
Find Shyril Ashlyn. She is the only path to Iados that doesn't end in the Jackal's Games: play, and one of you WILL lose.
Stop being an asshole to the people who love you. You are damned lucky to have them considering your ass is currently perched on your shoulders and they would still give you everything they are. Let them.
Don't hate me. Loving me may have been, to you, a prison...but to me, loving you has been a breath of freedom: unparalleled and without regret. Real. Certain. Incredible.
Worth it.
All of my love. Always.
Vielynne
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