Letter

Dear Homura,
 
I hope this letter finds you well. I fear that I have found myself stuck in a web of plots, with silken threads stretching further than the Sight can see. Secrets and lies are much like spies, lying in wait to darken your fate.
 
The first betrayed the second, like he betrayed before - the past repeats itself. The second's plea of mercy fell upon deaf ears, and the first killed a man who had surrendered and was trying to save a friend. The third threw a man to his death, to die in Quicksand - a slow and agonizing death. The fourth does not understand the magic at his fingertips, casting the purest form can only lead to harm. Three lives stopped before they could start, a teacher disgusted with his student, a brother ashamed of his brother.
 
To climb a mountain? To touch the sky? Secrets to be found, so far above the ground but to climb you must be willing to change and do we truly ever change? Are we different from the people we were in the Byosha Court or do we strive to pretend we weren't party to that? Could I climb knowing what I've done? What my sight was used for? Could you climb knowing all that you have done?
 
The second decrees the climb is not to be, to climb only to seek information would be to tarnish the title gained so instead we go from the Crown of the Realm to fight a brother gone astray.
 
Seconds of action can echo throughout time, seconds of action can change someone completely, seconds of action can extinguish a life. Do you ever think back to the people you had to kill a wonder who they could have been?
 
Yours,
Auriel & Timber