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17 May 38578

Dear my only son,

I write this to you as your mother. In the case that you should find this letter, my name is Crystal Knolls. Every day I grieve the day I left you with your father, and I am very sorry. If only things could have been different... Blackblood I hope that you don't think of me as a bad mother. Let me tell you why I had to leave you.
When I first met your father, Bloodrunner, I was aware that he had lost connections from his family. He never told me why exactly but I just let it be. We dated for three years, happily. We danced every weekend, traveled the world, and went to all the best restaurants. We visited England, France, Egypt, Argentina, China, America, and Greenland. We met Wolf Tyke, Silou Lee, and Marissa Inassa, they were great people, but before your time. Wolf, we met, at one of his restaurants in Egypt, an amazing guy. He started his life as an orphan, and was forced to work eighteen hours everyday as a janitor for a small greasy restaurant. He said he hated it everyday, cleaning out the fryer was the worst. Scrapping the grungy gunk off was like plucking a chicken. No matter how long you spent doing it there was always more. Despite all of that he had a great sense of humor. I think you should have learned a little about Marissa in your history books. Do you remember learning about the woman who started the rice rebellion in 1668? You should know, she was the first person to actually start a successful rebellion and then her own nation. Unfortunately it didn't last, but I'm sure you have heard of the small island Sut-Issa? Marissa didn't have as great of a humor as Wolf... I think it was her age. Old folks tend be bitter. Silou was an actor that died right before you were born, poor guy was mortal, but he was the best actor Mobious had ever seen since Lisa Tan. Personally I think Silou was a much better actor, I loved him in the movie Attic of Ice. He's the gayest man in the world, I swear!
Anyways a time came when me and your father began to settle from our world adventures. He noticed I was beginning to become sick in the mornings, and not feeling well. He wouldn't believe me when I told him I was fine. In secret I took myself to see the doctor. Dr. Lauren told me that I was showing all the signs of being pregnant and I was! With you! I was so excited, I had to go home and tell your father the news right away! I still smile to think of how he treated me like a queen. He'd open doors for me, pay for the whole meal when we went out, and every weekend he'd get me three roses. One white, one red, and one pink... they represented us. He was so sweet to me, even after you were born. Despite what you may think of him now, he was not always so harsh.
Looking down to see your sweet little face after being toweled off, with your little fur all ruffled up. I remember holding you, we were both a mess. You just came into the world for the first time, and I just brought someone to this world for the first time. You weighed seven pounds and two ounces, you were a week early and the chubbiest little baby... I don't know what it was, but Bloodrunner fainted, I don't think he could believe that he was a father. I don't remember much else, I must had fallen sleep. You slept well for such a young soul, and I was relieved that you did.
As you know, all good time must end. When you were about two years old your father took up his drinking again. I asked him not to get drunk but it seemed he didn't care. It started slow the transition from sweet to sour. First it was a few drinks a night, then he would drink a few more. Soon would come home late at night tipsy, a few months passed and he wouldn't come home at all. The next morning he would appear on our couch hammered and angry. It was almost your third birthday, and he had only been getting angrier, and I started to fear. For me, for you, I had to sell our dog so that she would be safe, and a little extra money could come into the house. When Bloodrunner finally got fired, that's when the change was complete. He fought furiously that night and I took the brunt of it. This continued on for a few months, and I was formulating a plan to get both of us out of there, the only part that took long was figuring out how to keep us alive. That's when I realized that I wasn't alone in the room.
Blackblood I don't know if you believe in god or not, but I'll tell you that I never did until that night. When I turned around, I saw your father covered in blood, absolutely sober. I had asked him what happened but he only hit me. Several of my bones had been broken, my jaw and four ribs. He threw me on the ground and he held me there. He proceeded to bite me and take advantage of my weakened state. He picked me up by my neck and I tried to scream for help, but my screams failed as he clamped on tighter. My air was cut off, my jugular popped and I thought for sure my days were ending. A cold chill came from our closed window and suddenly the world slowed down. I realised several things, Bloodrunner was not covered in his own blood and my blood was about to cover him as well, and that the missing connections from his family were because they disowned him. I married a murderer. The cold chill came again and time, already slowed, halted. This floating figure of a wolf appeared. She told me to leave at that moment, that she would only give me long enough to pack my stuff and leave. Only I could leave, that if I were to take you, you would surely die, and that if I left you, you would survive. She talked in riddles and rhymes, and her tenses were mixed up. It made no sense at first, but what stuck was “Soon, we leave our children, and they will always be. Then what is mine shall be passed to Nostalgia, as what was, is, and could have been, will never be. But tempt the fates and disobey, then children shall fail, and Nostalgia's work, shall forever rest.” This wolf repeated “Never will be” “What was will always be” “Shall rest”
I listened, I struggled out of that frozen madman's grasp and hobbled off for my things. I made a copy of a picture an artist drew of you and I when you were twenty-six months. That man was a cartoonist, and drew us as wolves playing gently by a stream, I don't know if you still have the original, but here's the copy, just in case. If you do ever get this my son, please don't think of me as a bad mother. I want you to always know that I love you and I still think of you every night.

Love,
Crystal

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17 May 38578

Dear my only son,

I write this to you as your mother. In the case that you should find this letter, my name is Crystal Knolls. Every day I grieve the day I left you with your father, and I am very sorry. If only things could have been different... Blackblood I hope that you don't think of me as a bad mother. Let me tell you why I had to leave you.
When I first met your father, Bloodrunner, I was aware that he had lost connections from his family. He never told me why exactly but I just let it be. We dated for three years, happily. We danced every weekend, traveled the world, and went to all the best restaurants. We visited England, France, Egypt, Argentina, China, America, and Greenland. We met Wolf Tyke, Silou Lee, and Marissa Inassa, they were great people, but before your time. Wolf, we met, at one of his restaurants in Egypt, an amazing guy. He started his life as an orphan, and was forced to work eighteen hours everyday as a janitor for a small greasy restaurant. He said he hated it everyday, cleaning out the fryer was the worst. Scrapping the grungy gunk off was like plucking a chicken. No matter how long you spent doing it there was always more. Despite all of that he had a great sense of humor. I think you should have learned a little about Marissa in your history books. Do you remember learning about the woman who started the rice rebellion in 1668? You should know, she was the first person to actually start a successful rebellion and then her own nation. Unfortunately it didn't last, but I'm sure you have heard of the small island Sut-Issa? Marissa didn't have as great of a humor as Wolf... I think it was her age. Old folks tend be bitter. Silou was an actor that died right before you were born, poor guy was mortal, but he was the best actor Mobious had ever seen since Lisa Tan. Personally I think Silou was a much better actor, I loved him in the movie Attic of Ice. He's the gayest man in the world, I swear!
Anyways a time came when me and your father began to settle from our world adventures. He noticed I was beginning to become sick in the mornings, and not feeling well. He wouldn't believe me when I told him I was fine. In secret I took myself to see the doctor. Dr. Lauren told me that I was showing all the signs of being pregnant and I was! With you! I was so excited, I had to go home and tell your father the news right away! I still smile to think of how he treated me like a queen. He'd open doors for me, pay for the whole meal when we went out, and every weekend he'd get me three roses. One white, one red, and one pink... they represented us. He was so sweet to me, even after you were born. Despite what you may think of him now, he was not always so harsh.
Looking down to see your sweet little face after being toweled off, with your little fur all ruffled up. I remember holding you, we were both a mess. You just came into the world for the first time, and I just brought someone to this world for the first time. You weighed seven pounds and two ounces, you were a week early and the chubbiest little baby... I don't know what it was, but Bloodrunner fainted, I don't think he could believe that he was a father. I don't remember much else, I must had fallen sleep. You slept well for such a young soul, and I was relieved that you did.
As you know, all good time must end. When you were about two years old your father took up his drinking again. I asked him not to get drunk but it seemed he didn't care. It started slow the transition from sweet to sour. First it was a few drinks a night, then he would drink a few more. Soon would come home late at night tipsy, a few months passed and he wouldn't come home at all. The next morning he would appear on our couch hammered and angry. It was almost your third birthday, and he had only been getting angrier, and I started to fear. For me, for you, I had to sell our dog so that she would be safe, and a little extra money could come into the house. When Bloodrunner finally got fired, that's when the change was complete. He fought furiously that night and I took the brunt of it. This continued on for a few months, and I was formulating a plan to get both of us out of there, the only part that took long was figuring out how to keep us alive. That's when I realized that I wasn't alone in the room.
Blackblood I don't know if you believe in god or not, but I'll tell you that I never did until that night. When I turned around, I saw your father covered in blood, absolutely sober. I had asked him what happened but he only hit me. Several of my bones had been broken, my jaw and four ribs. He threw me on the ground and he held me there. He proceeded to bite me and take advantage of my weakened state. He picked me up by my neck and I tried to scream for help, but my screams failed as he clamped on tighter. My air was cut off, my jugular popped and I thought for sure my days were ending. A cold chill came from our closed window and suddenly the world slowed down. I realised several things, Bloodrunner was not covered in his own blood and my blood was about to cover him as well, and that the missing connections from his family were because they disowned him. I married a murderer. The cold chill came again and time, already slowed, halted. This floating figure of a wolf appeared. She told me to leave at that moment, that she would only give me long enough to pack my stuff and leave. Only I could leave, that if I were to take you, you would surely die, and that if I left you, you would survive. She talked in riddles and rhymes, and her tenses were mixed up. It made no sense at first, but what stuck was “Soon, we leave our children, and they will always be. Then what is mine shall be passed to Nostalgia, as what was, is, and could have been, will never be. But tempt the fates and disobey, then children shall fail, and Nostalgia's work, shall forever rest.” This wolf repeated “Never will be” “What was will always be” “Shall rest”
I listened, I struggled out of that frozen madman's grasp and hobbled off for my things. I made a copy of a picture an artist drew of you and I when you were twenty-six months. That man was a cartoonist, and drew us as wolves playing gently by a stream, I don't know if you still have the original, but here's the copy, just in case. If you do ever get this my son, please don't think of me as a bad mother. I want you to always know that I love you and I still think of you every night.

Love,
Crystal

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[link]