To My Dear Sister,

I hope this finds you well. The Spiritbane Canopy is beautiful this time of year, but I feel an ominous presence in this place. Our destination is the Wylde Wood Sanctuary in the center of this forest. Unfortunately, if you are reading this then I am most likely not among the living anymore. There’s something about this mission that hasn’t sat right with me, and High King Sevas gave me this mission personally. It’s like we are just walking along a predetermined path, a path we cannot veer away from. I’m going to see to it that at least my troop escapes with minimal casualties, even if it means I’m to surrender my life.

Regardless of what happens, my last letter to you should not be all doom and gloom, you know me that’s not how I roll. I’m having Nat take this to you. He’s an odd sort, you may think you’re going crazy having him around. And it may at times seem like he is not helping in anything, but he has his reasons. The longer you are with him the more he’ll open up and you’ll trust him. I’ve been around him for fifteen years and he probably hasn’t told me everything he knows. The crazy feeling will eventually wear away and it’ll be normal to you.

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I’m going to go ahead and tell you this (because Nat definitely will), the first time I met him He brought the most viscous, terrifying monster spider I have ever seen to my scent, and it chased me around a forest for so long I still have nightmares about it. And yes, I’ll admit it I soiled myself and cried like a baby while running for my life. You know the martial arts I said I learned while in the military? Well, that was a lie, I learned it from that spider so I could live. So, you fight like a girl spider. (Beside this sentence was a drawing that had been crossed out three times of Abby and a spider mixed.) I’m forever now going to call this martial art: Octospider Strikes. Hopefully you’re perfecting that.

The last thing I want to write to you is that you have been the best little sister a brother could ask for, I’m sorry we had to meet in such a way as we had to. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. My life is more fulfilled with you in it, and I love you. Always will.

Your Brother,

Erik.