Fyria

Father died two days ago. He died in his sleep and the cause was not difficult to determine. During the past few moons his eyes and skin had grown yellow and his body was swollen. It was the Yellow Death, common among those who drink with abundance.

As his friends are drunkards and I myself have no friends I had to actually hire men to carry his coffin to the local cemetery. An unfortunate cost. I was the only person to honor his passing with my presence... Likely because I did not bother to invite anyone else.

Freedom is now within my sights, I need only reach out. Claw my way up out of this chasm I have found myself in. Grasp the ledge and pull myself up. How sweet it will be. 

Perhaps I will finally be able to take that journey to the Shire I was denied in the summer.

Dear sister,

I know I sent you a letter only a day ago, yet I do not know how else to deal with what has happened but by writing yet another letter to which you most likely will never reply. 

There is much to deal with indeed as our dear father has found a husband for me. 

A son of an important man in The Town’s Council. I have not yet met him, but I hear he is kind and has thick brown hair. 

What more can I ask? 

Dear sister,

My heart has grown dreadful for I have not received a letter from you. I can only hope you are safe and in glee spirits.

I myself feel lost. I wander along the cobbled streets, seeking for you and your council related to the matter I expressed in my previous letter: A matter of a man.

I have read hundreds of tales about love, yet seem to understand nothing of it. The painful side of it strangely overwhelming.

He said I am too young and his friend said the same. She laughed. 

Dear sister,