Chapter 6.5 - Letter 32

“No!” Angela yelled out loud.

Angela threw the letter on the floor as she ran to her bed and jumped face first into it, her dampened cries can only be heard within the giant room she has now grown accustomed to by now.

The letter read…

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Letter 32

September 30th, XX08

To: Angela Swain

Hey Angy, it’s me again. I have been in the Isles of Arden for about six months now, you should know this is the land we fight The War on, despite Arden having nothing to do with our conflict. I would have never suspected when I turned 16 last March, that I would be thrown right into the middle of such a bloodbath, even though they have been telling me and others my age that exact fact for the last four years.

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I still miss you everyday, though those days where we played outside all day are long gone, and then some. If I am being honest I don’t think you’ll respond to me anymore, but I believe you are receiving these letters at the very least. Angy, I have to believe this, I need to believe this. There is a striking lack of hope and belief in this land of war, and I don’t want to be like everyone else without anything to grab hold of. Is it okay for you to be my HOPE?...

Angela, even though I want you to think the best of me, I have to admit something terrible to you, please don’t hate me for this. I know we cannot speak but please do not stop reading my letters, if I am able to keep writing these to you please read them, and hear my words until the end.

Angela, I have killed people. Twelve of them to be specific. It is strange, I am unharmed, I have been this whole time, but I have harmed people, and I have taken their lives. That isn’t all, I am afraid, and I am because I don’t feel sorry, or guilty at all. When I killed them I felt justified, and in a way… satisfied. They would have killed me if I hadn’t killed them, but the look on their faces looked… good, at least to me. I think I enjoy it too much when I do it, and despite being taught this way, I know that has to be wrong.

Please don’t hate me.

Your Friend, Zebedee

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Angela’s old friend has now become a pawn of war, a killer, and she knows this, and she hates it… almost all of it. Along with the anguish she felt, rage and intent filled her mind.

“How can I be your hope in this state… Zee.” Angela said quietly into her pillow as she continued to whimper.

On the other side of the door a young Aloe stood, being the one who delivered the thirty second letter to Angela, and she is able to hear her half sister crying, despite her drowning out her cries into her pillow.

“What a fool.” The young Aloe said as she turned and walked down the long hall.