After nearly four years, I've finally written a story for my character prior to being found outside Asgard! Yay me.
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Dear Mora,
Ages have come and gone since we lost you. It's been so long, I don't know why I still search. This is my last hope, I think. Maybe you'll find this letter. Maybe not. It's all I can do, now.
I imagine the past few centuries have been hard for you. Having no idea who you are... That is why I search for you. You deserve to know your history. I'm not sure where to start...
You were born to Solas and Myalis Jedoila in the kingdom of Anthofer. Your father comes from a long line of farmers with a strong connection to wolves. They believe they are descended from the wolves themselves. Your father rescued mine, King Galva, long ago, and they become brothers. I suppose that makes us cousins, in a way.
Your mother, Myalis, comes from a proud and ancient family. They carry within them the blood of Endrail, causing most of them to bear pale skin, black hair and violet eyes. I wonder, do you look like your mother and her family, or like your father, with his tan skin, auburn hair and emerald eyes?
I should move on... Anthofer was at war for many years. It started during the War of the Third Age, which you probably know of, but I doubt any remember the struggles of Anthofer and Cyclylis. We fought through the Third Age, and near the beginning of the Era of Thieves we made peace with them, in fact, it was around the time of your birth.
The bastards tricked us, though. They didn't want peace. They wanted everything we had. They attacked us as soon as our defenses were down. Our families escaped, chased through northwestern Loka. They caught up with us, slaughtered us all... But they didn't kill you. The Artifact rescued us, and by the time we made it back to the forest clearing in which we had died, all that was left was wolf prints in the snow, and blood.
Fearing you had been killed, Solas stabbed himself with his own blade, and searched the Protection of the Ancients for you. We found him again, and looked for you all over Loka. But you were nowhere to be found...
Then the Blight hit. All of us were infected. I'm sorry, Mora... The Asgardian Scientists Association only found a cure after your parents had lost their lives to it. My father died as well. I was taken to a lab in Oceanus and cured, but I was on my own from then on.
I've worried for years that you died as well during the Blight, but I hung onto the hope you had survived. I can almost feel it, Mora. I know you're still out there. Come the new world, I was taken in by the people of Albion. I stayed with them, still searching for you, my last family, but I called that city home when the day ended.
I fought with the Argus Alliance against Osiris and Vanguard during the Fifth Age. There was a worry deep in my heart that you were among the Outlaws or the Vigilantes, but I couldn't think about that. I wanted to find you, but I was loyal to King Magnus.
My greatest fear came when Preksak returned. Many lost their lives, but I could still feel it, you were okay. When my eyes opened in Aladra, I know that I would find you on this world. I've been looking... First I searched Kalros, thinking your family's long history with wolves may call you to the North. I started in Winterfjell, the far northwest, and slowly moved southeast.
For awhile I stayed in Hilo as the North crumbled around us, as many of my people from Albion were there, but I had to keep moving. I came to Auru, a small village on the brink of falling, but there were no signs of you there, either. I found the ruins of the city known as Cerulean, and further east the city Zion.
Eventually I took the boat back to Aladra, and then to Ascalon. I spent years searching there, and when I found nothing, I moved to Garama. I couldn't find you, Mora. I've spent my entire life looking for you, but I've never so much as heard your name.
I sit in the Aladra library, now. Today I stop searching. I will return to Garama and find a town to join there. I don't like the wars going on in the North and West. It reminds me of how we lost you. I still feel it, Mora. You're out there. If you're like your mother, you'll love reading. Perhaps you'll come here to the library and find this letter.
If you read this, know you're still loved. We both lost the lives we should have led. Come south and find me, and we can be a family again.
Love,
Your Wayfaring Cousin,
Interis, Wanderer of Anthofer
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"I'm sorry about your cousin." Jedoi said to the blond-haired man watching her desperately as she read his letter. "I'll publish it for you. Maybe she'll find it one day and read it." She smiled gently at him.
"Thank you, thank you." The man whispered. "I can't thank you enough."
"I don't mind helping you. I hope you find her someday. Interis, is it?" Jedoi asked before the man turned away.
"Yes, Interis of Anthofer. And you are?"
"Jedoi Avalos of Auru." They shook hands. "I've never heard of Anthofer. You'll have to return and tell me about it one day."
"I will. Thank you." Interis turned to leave, pushing through the doors of the Aladra library.
Poor thing. Jedoi thought as she turned to the other books, pushing her auburn hair out of her violet eyes.
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Dear Mora,
Ages have come and gone since we lost you. It's been so long, I don't know why I still search. This is my last hope, I think. Maybe you'll find this letter. Maybe not. It's all I can do, now.
I imagine the past few centuries have been hard for you. Having no idea who you are... That is why I search for you. You deserve to know your history. I'm not sure where to start...
You were born to Solas and Myalis Jedoila in the kingdom of Anthofer. Your father comes from a long line of farmers with a strong connection to wolves. They believe they are descended from the wolves themselves. Your father rescued mine, King Galva, long ago, and they become brothers. I suppose that makes us cousins, in a way.
Your mother, Myalis, comes from a proud and ancient family. They carry within them the blood of Endrail, causing most of them to bear pale skin, black hair and violet eyes. I wonder, do you look like your mother and her family, or like your father, with his tan skin, auburn hair and emerald eyes?
I should move on... Anthofer was at war for many years. It started during the War of the Third Age, which you probably know of, but I doubt any remember the struggles of Anthofer and Cyclylis. We fought through the Third Age, and near the beginning of the Era of Thieves we made peace with them, in fact, it was around the time of your birth.
The bastards tricked us, though. They didn't want peace. They wanted everything we had. They attacked us as soon as our defenses were down. Our families escaped, chased through northwestern Loka. They caught up with us, slaughtered us all... But they didn't kill you. The Artifact rescued us, and by the time we made it back to the forest clearing in which we had died, all that was left was wolf prints in the snow, and blood.
Fearing you had been killed, Solas stabbed himself with his own blade, and searched the Protection of the Ancients for you. We found him again, and looked for you all over Loka. But you were nowhere to be found...
Then the Blight hit. All of us were infected. I'm sorry, Mora... The Asgardian Scientists Association only found a cure after your parents had lost their lives to it. My father died as well. I was taken to a lab in Oceanus and cured, but I was on my own from then on.
I've worried for years that you died as well during the Blight, but I hung onto the hope you had survived. I can almost feel it, Mora. I know you're still out there. Come the new world, I was taken in by the people of Albion. I stayed with them, still searching for you, my last family, but I called that city home when the day ended.
I fought with the Argus Alliance against Osiris and Vanguard during the Fifth Age. There was a worry deep in my heart that you were among the Outlaws or the Vigilantes, but I couldn't think about that. I wanted to find you, but I was loyal to King Magnus.
My greatest fear came when Preksak returned. Many lost their lives, but I could still feel it, you were okay. When my eyes opened in Aladra, I know that I would find you on this world. I've been looking... First I searched Kalros, thinking your family's long history with wolves may call you to the North. I started in Winterfjell, the far northwest, and slowly moved southeast.
For awhile I stayed in Hilo as the North crumbled around us, as many of my people from Albion were there, but I had to keep moving. I came to Auru, a small village on the brink of falling, but there were no signs of you there, either. I found the ruins of the city known as Cerulean, and further east the city Zion.
Eventually I took the boat back to Aladra, and then to Ascalon. I spent years searching there, and when I found nothing, I moved to Garama. I couldn't find you, Mora. I've spent my entire life looking for you, but I've never so much as heard your name.
I sit in the Aladra library, now. Today I stop searching. I will return to Garama and find a town to join there. I don't like the wars going on in the North and West. It reminds me of how we lost you. I still feel it, Mora. You're out there. If you're like your mother, you'll love reading. Perhaps you'll come here to the library and find this letter.
If you read this, know you're still loved. We both lost the lives we should have led. Come south and find me, and we can be a family again.
Love,
Your Wayfaring Cousin,
Interis, Wanderer of Anthofer
~~~
"I'm sorry about your cousin." Jedoi said to the blond-haired man watching her desperately as she read his letter. "I'll publish it for you. Maybe she'll find it one day and read it." She smiled gently at him.
"Thank you, thank you." The man whispered. "I can't thank you enough."
"I don't mind helping you. I hope you find her someday. Interis, is it?" Jedoi asked before the man turned away.
"Yes, Interis of Anthofer. And you are?"
"Jedoi Avalos of Auru." They shook hands. "I've never heard of Anthofer. You'll have to return and tell me about it one day."
"I will. Thank you." Interis turned to leave, pushing through the doors of the Aladra library.
Poor thing. Jedoi thought as she turned to the other books, pushing her auburn hair out of her violet eyes.
