Dear you
Do you know what the worst part of immortality? It’s watching everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone who interests you, or cares about you. It’s about watching them die. At a certain point, you stop caring. Well it only feels that way for a while. But really you feel a deep sadness and you wonder whether you made the right choice. Should you have chosen to be immortal? Should you choose to stay immortal? Well. I guess we are the only ones who have to think about that.
Why did I do it? Well, I guess it would defeat the purpose if I told you right? We’ve been good at covering our tracks throughout time, I don’t know if you’ll be able to catch up to me. But I hope you won’t. I have no doubt that these memories are gone from your mind, I can already feel them slipping as I write this. And I promise, this was the best choice to make.
Everyone says we are immortal. But I wonder, did I just kill us? Are you the same person as I am, even without all the memories who made me, me. My friends are gone. You will have new friends. Will you repeat the same mistakes I did? I hope not. Let me give you some warnings, my new me. The vampires are as treacherous as ever. The witches have cursed us many times. Or tried. The animal-kin find us repulsive.
There have been no sightings of her. I left the beginnings, the stories with her in it. It was too dangerous to destroy that one, in case she ever comes back. But I wanted... no needed to destroy the rest. I probably would have destroyed the seed. If I knew where it was. One of the older versions of us hid it away. I searched the journals for years to find its location, but we never wrote it down.
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I find myself reluctant to end the letter. I intend to bury myself for as long as I remember why I did it. I wonder if you just pushed your way through the sand, or if you are a later version. I suppose I’ll have years to think about that.
Goodbye. May your years be better than mine were.
Adrasteia stared down at the letter, the urge to crumple it strong, but she held back.
Instead she felt nothing but pure shock as she looked up at her journals. Or what remained of them. They had all been burned completely. Only ash remained, and this letter sat in the middle of it all.
She didn’t know the last time she had been here. It could have been 30 years ago or 50 or 100. When had she done this? A gasp choked in her throat as she realized she didn’t know. The gaps in her memories had been getting wider, she had lost 2 whole years of memories from about 15 years ago. Was it then? Was it before? As usual, she felt herself cursing Isis, both the goddess and the witch. But then she turned on her heel and headed out of the hidden cave and back out into the Egyptian desert.
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