Kalaman's Last Letter

Sitting by the campfire on an Autumn night. Manson II sits quietly, holding in his paws a creased and tattered piece of paper. Listening to the voice of the narrator in his mind. The company also sat by the fire, catch a glimpse of what some kind of writing. A series of blobs and stripes to read in the common language of Violem. But to Manson, it seemed sentimental. That much was clear by the tear in his eye as he read over the words again and again.
To try and break the silence of the night, one member sat around the campfire clears their throat and calls over to Manson. Grabbing his attention and asking if he is okay? Snapping out of his distraction the Jynx looks up at his company and replies; "What? Of course, of course. Just catching up on some light reading".
The small orange cat takes one more glance at the letter written in the tongue of his people before tucking it safely into his satchel.

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Manson,
Do you know how lucky we have this life? To feel the love of a family, an unconditional sensation of a warm fire in our hearts. Fueled by the emotions of those around us. It is something I never experienced until I had you and your mother by my side.
I use to think that burning passion that sits within us all came from adventure. In my first eight lives, I roamed every corner of this plane. Searching for the next big sensation. The thrill of adventure by discovering a forgotten temple in the lichen catacombs. The excitement that washed over me after dueling the pompous elf, showing her who is truly the better archer. Or even, the overwhelming comfort, saving the life of those fairies, during the war…
All of those feelings that rushed over me, heating my heart in the coldest and darkest of times. All eight lives, and none of that compares to having you. The smile I have worn since the moment I saw you with my eyes. To watch you grow up into a capable and noble Jynx that is worthy of any of the gods blessing. I am so lucky to have you in my life. To have the love and respect of my only kitten. Affection that I will always give reciprocate. Whether it is in this grand final life of mine or the land that lies beyond the trail of rebirth. I will love you to the end of time. Help you keep that internal flame burning and watch you live an amazing set of lives.
Manson, my son. I write to you, near the end of my time to ask one thing. You have started with something I was always searching for, love. And that is a magic that will keep you safe when all else seems lost. So I ask you, go forth and share that love. Show the world, the stars, the realms and more. Show them who you are. Share the love burning in your heart. And live a truly incredible life.
From your proud father,
The Final Kalaman