Revolutions Series

Freed's Letters #2

A dirty letter smudged with ash marks and dried blood

Dear Mum,

Somethin’ terrible ‘appened! Aym’ writin’ to ya’ from a burned town. The mage is puttin’ out the fires still ragin’ and there’s so much grief ‘und loss everywhere ay’ looked. It’s like wot’ ‘appened in the siege of Durnstram, it’s horrible . . . black bodies everywhere and worse of all is the stench . . .Those murderers will pay for wot’ they’ve done, I’ll thrash their hides when I get my hands on them!

My friends are out lookin’ for more survivors, sum’ are helpin’ with the healin’, some are lookin’ for food, I just finished settin’ up the tents and cooking fires. There was a man we rescued, a new member of our party, a girl- I forgot her name- brought ‘im back ta’ life. He said some order- I forgot their names too- were the ones who set the town on fire. They were lookin’ for the coordinates of a city we were lookin’ for too, and they got the first set. David is enraged, I’ve never seen ‘im like that. I saw ’im diggin’ for somethin’ in the rubble. He looked angry, I think he lost something. I lost some of my things too, and sum’ food. Jin lost his food too, but he wasn’t as sad as I wus’.

An hour ago, the girl- the one who brought a man back ta’ life- shot one of the enemy, a marksman hidin’ in the trees. She died before we could make her talk, though, sum’ sort of poison inside her. David wus’ really violent with her; for the first time, I think I saw the kind of person David is. I feel sad, the cruelty of others changes a man . . . I just hope that this doesn’t twist his heart. Our enemies are prepared to give their lives and toss away their humanity, I thought of our little group and I fear that not everyone will survive. Not against an enemy like this, and not with our jovial attitude.

David, just walked past me, he looks embittered. He was goin’ on about how this was our fault, somethin’ ‘bout fate and that we should not ’ave left, but I think he’s takin’ on too much guilt on ‘imself. No one could ’ave known that this would happen, and it wasn’t his responsibility to protect the town . . . but, I think there’s more ta’ this than he’s lettin’ on. For one thing, the marskman was aimin’ for him. He shrugged and shook ‘is ’ead sayin’ he didn’t know why he was bein’ marked, but I think he’s hidin’ somethin’ from us.

Ahhhhh- my head is achin’. Thinkin’ too much always gave me a headache . . . On another note, mum, I- I think, well, that the small girls are- well, not so scary after all . . . Did I ever tell ya, that the girls outside the village are small and lanky and they look like toothpicks? I have one comrade who’s always wearin’ a white coat, her name is Remi, she did me a kindness by healing me’ wounds twice . . . I wonder if the other girls in our group are as nice as her . . . I’m actualleh’ gettin’ the shivers just thinkin’ ’bout this . . . mmm . . . I-I actually feel braver now towards girls- but only the ones in our group!

I love ya, mum. I wish I could visit home secretly.




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