Letters From The Past
It wasn't a traditional message in a bottle, more of a glass box that seemed it has been drifting in ocean and sea for so many months, but it was never rested nor the letter faded. The waters knew where to go and whom to look for specifically. None of the pass-byers saw anything but a ripple, as if it was a fish under the water. But when the one of a small blue stature, the glass box slowly surfaced against the shoreline, a vague pop like a bubble was heard; in hopes to gain the attention from the creature.
Inside the glass box was folded parchments of paper. Unfolding it, the ink was a specific kind...the kind that the blue critter mentioned to a certain lady. The kind where the ink rose when it was completely dried.
Darling Renne,
It seems it has been so many years since I held ye; smelled ye, looked at ye so lo'ingly. Me journey has been equally long and troublesome as yer own.
After ye left to fight Hunter, I went to search for ye. Noone should e'er go out and fight like that on their own. Hunter also followed I, calling himself "The Darkness." He toyed with I, playing with me emotions and experience of the journey. Trust I, ye would not belie'e I if I told ye how it all occurred.
There was a battle with The Darkness and I, but in the end, I could not win fer I belie'ed that ye were gone from the 'Erses fere'er. Renne, ye more than anyone gi'e I strength to li'e...to lo'e.
Time-Father sa'ed I from becoming The Darkness's toy. Howe'er, I had to tra'el through time; li'ing many li'es to remember e'erything. Who I was. What I did. I spanned o'er fi'e-hundred years to remember it all. There was e'en a little figurine of ye and it looked exactly like ye. ...Sadly, I was in this country called Germany and could not keep it; but I remember it.
I ha'e seen the past and the future. What has happened in the past and what will happen; and nothing can change it. Not e'en what has truly happened to the Harbours.
During both of our own journeys, The Darkness raided on the Harbours and Port-Town while I was not there.
I could not protect them. I promised the town-folks years befere we met to protect and watch o'er the Port-Town and the Harbours. I failed.
Time-Father changed it all, though. All are now li'ing, howe'er; noone can lea'e the Harbours or Port-Town--not e'en the folks who were 'isiting the night I left to find ye in RhyDin City which might be now two-and-a-half years ago. I am allowed to lea'e six months at a time, but I must stay within the Port-Town and Harbours fer a year there-after.
It seemed only two days since yer last letter was recei'ed by I; but as I am writing this, it will be nearly two weeks. But fer Time to keep up correctly, a full day to the Town-Folk is only twel'e hours to I. So, I am sure it is present time that ye recei'e this as I am stuck in the previous year. Do not worry, the next time ye write a letter, I will recei'e it in present time. And I will be in present time within se'en months yer time. Fer now, I am staying within the Harbours, I do suggest not to come here; fer it will be more confusing than this letter.
Ye will recei'e letters from I from me present time and yer past time. As soon as Time here in the Harbours and Port-Town are caught up with the Time outside, I promise to find ye again. And this search, nothing--no Darkness or Time-Father--will stop I to ha'e ye in me arms again.
Until Time is present, ye are allways in me heart and mind.
'Nathan.
P.S. Thank ye so kindly fer the beautiful bracelet. I will wear it with pride.
P.P.S. Of course I will marry ye, Silly Mongoose. Me last name is not Tapole-Arc'err fer nothing. Once we are married both in the way ye wish and in the Heart-Binding way, I will call meself Johnathan Helena Arc'err and say it with pride and joy.
P.P.P.S. Did ye meet some gent who goes by the name of The Doctor? 'Ery strange and rather young chap to be a doctor.
P.P.P.P.S. Really ha'e nothing to say here, I just like writing the "P"s.
It wasn't a traditional message in a bottle, more of a glass box that seemed it has been drifting in ocean and sea for so many months, but it was never rested nor the letter faded. The waters knew where to go and whom to look for specifically. None of the pass-byers saw anything but a ripple, as if it was a fish under the water. But when the one of a small blue stature, the glass box slowly surfaced against the shoreline, a vague pop like a bubble was heard; in hopes to gain the attention from the creature.
Inside the glass box was folded parchments of paper. Unfolding it, the ink was a specific kind...the kind that the blue critter mentioned to a certain lady. The kind where the ink rose when it was completely dried.
Darling Renne,
It seems it has been so many years since I held ye; smelled ye, looked at ye so lo'ingly. Me journey has been equally long and troublesome as yer own.
After ye left to fight Hunter, I went to search for ye. Noone should e'er go out and fight like that on their own. Hunter also followed I, calling himself "The Darkness." He toyed with I, playing with me emotions and experience of the journey. Trust I, ye would not belie'e I if I told ye how it all occurred.
There was a battle with The Darkness and I, but in the end, I could not win fer I belie'ed that ye were gone from the 'Erses fere'er. Renne, ye more than anyone gi'e I strength to li'e...to lo'e.
Time-Father sa'ed I from becoming The Darkness's toy. Howe'er, I had to tra'el through time; li'ing many li'es to remember e'erything. Who I was. What I did. I spanned o'er fi'e-hundred years to remember it all. There was e'en a little figurine of ye and it looked exactly like ye. ...Sadly, I was in this country called Germany and could not keep it; but I remember it.
I ha'e seen the past and the future. What has happened in the past and what will happen; and nothing can change it. Not e'en what has truly happened to the Harbours.
During both of our own journeys, The Darkness raided on the Harbours and Port-Town while I was not there.
I could not protect them. I promised the town-folks years befere we met to protect and watch o'er the Port-Town and the Harbours. I failed.
Time-Father changed it all, though. All are now li'ing, howe'er; noone can lea'e the Harbours or Port-Town--not e'en the folks who were 'isiting the night I left to find ye in RhyDin City which might be now two-and-a-half years ago. I am allowed to lea'e six months at a time, but I must stay within the Port-Town and Harbours fer a year there-after.
It seemed only two days since yer last letter was recei'ed by I; but as I am writing this, it will be nearly two weeks. But fer Time to keep up correctly, a full day to the Town-Folk is only twel'e hours to I. So, I am sure it is present time that ye recei'e this as I am stuck in the previous year. Do not worry, the next time ye write a letter, I will recei'e it in present time. And I will be in present time within se'en months yer time. Fer now, I am staying within the Harbours, I do suggest not to come here; fer it will be more confusing than this letter.
Ye will recei'e letters from I from me present time and yer past time. As soon as Time here in the Harbours and Port-Town are caught up with the Time outside, I promise to find ye again. And this search, nothing--no Darkness or Time-Father--will stop I to ha'e ye in me arms again.
Until Time is present, ye are allways in me heart and mind.
'Nathan.
P.S. Thank ye so kindly fer the beautiful bracelet. I will wear it with pride.
P.P.S. Of course I will marry ye, Silly Mongoose. Me last name is not Tapole-Arc'err fer nothing. Once we are married both in the way ye wish and in the Heart-Binding way, I will call meself Johnathan Helena Arc'err and say it with pride and joy.
P.P.P.S. Did ye meet some gent who goes by the name of The Doctor? 'Ery strange and rather young chap to be a doctor.
P.P.P.P.S. Really ha'e nothing to say here, I just like writing the "P"s.