A letter
Tyrus,
My heart. My love. So much has transpired since I received the news of the ambush and yet it has barely penetrated my thoughts that you may be gone from us forever. Because, I cannot and I will not face such a possibility at this time, I write and hope that you will return to us.
I was in your workshop when it started. Alexis has tried to restore it to its former state of order and cleanliness. I made a terrible mess. My rage held no bounds. Had the message came as something other than a letter, I fear what would have done to the messenger. As it is, my blood coated the walls and spilled over the smooth stone floor before any sense of calm returned.
It was as I was dying when my heart beat faint and barely palpable in my chest, that my thoughts turned to our courtship. How young I was then and how I wanted you. Nobody else captured my imagination or my fancy. Cedric tried, for one long winter, but spring came and for me there was only you. A light that gave growth to my soul. Since that time, there has only been you. Yet, you played me a fine chase calling me too young, too inexperienced, and too capricious. How I cried in anger and frustration. When, always, all I wanted was for you to give chase to me.
And the winter after we mated, while I was pregnant with Zane-no, with the twins, how I anguished over the forced separation! I hated the children that grew in my belly, making me heavy, awkward and unable to run after you, my love. For months, I wept, raged and wished the parasites out of me. Only my cousin kept me sane. As close as we were at the time, she betrayed my trust, our trust.
All that anguish and pain for naught! When the twins were born, I loved them, as I loved you. Our twins, our children, they were a part of our love and a symbol of our future together. The memories of that awful winter quickly faded into the hope of spring and then to promise of summer. Instead olf weeping, I put faith in our relationship, our children, and in you.
Why? Why? Why? Why did I let youth and affection part me from Arianne? I should have listened to you when you-but I argued with you for days until you allowed me to give away our daughter. In the end there was nothing to be said or done, the decision was made. It was decided in love and with optimism. And, despite what we tell the children. It was wrong. I was wrong.
Our son is to be mated today, I run to the Spire hoping that I will make it in time for the hunt. Will he be fast enough? Is he clever enough? Does she want him to catch her? Time will tell. He is strong, proud and honorable. He has an aura of vulnerability and he is a little too nice. He reminds me of you. I wanted to tell him of the ambush, but I couldn’t, not yet. Not with his day so close at hand. His thoughts need to be here and not wherever you are.
You should be here with me, to encourage him and to see him run. A man should have the support and encouragement of his father. Zane shouldn’t be alone. If I run fast enough and take less time out to write letters, I may make it. I believe Roman is ahead of me. When I get there Zane's sister, our abandoned child, may attempt to rip my throat out. I wouldn’t blame her for that passion.
Once this is over, I will try to get the family together to come after you. To find whatever signs that may exist. I hope the trail is not too old or too cold. At the very least, we know who is responsible and the earth will run red with blood before this is over.
I cannot think of this any longer, not tonight and not with the Spire so close at hand. I will blame myself if I do not make it in time. Thus, for now I will tuck this letter away and I will run. I wish I could run toward you instead of away from you tonight, but such haste would only serve to insure that both of us were in danger.
Danica