Amethyst Ume
A traveling Tiefling bard with a past. Running to a future that conflicts with her past.
Character Location
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Kiss The Girl
She saw his eyes drink her in with a fervor of self satisfaction and jealous pride as Ame stepped delicately down the staircase. She held her ball and chain in her hands, allowing easier constricted movement. The drape of her yellow flower silk and white cashmere, free from the filth of captivity won him over, as she was sure it would.
“Thank you for the cream and sugar bath. I feel...cleansed.” Amethyst whispered breathily, coming to stand in front of him. A delicate curtsey set the platinum headpiece twinkling, which only caused him to smiler wider.
“My realm fits you my sweet.” Before she knew it, his pair of perfect pink lips swept over her knuckles and kissed them with a tenderness she only dreamed of.
Pulling his unwilling guest’s arm into the crook of his elbow, the god made a dismissing motion. In a cloud of perfumed smoke, the ankle chain was gone. It made the walk in high heels much easier, but Amethyst did not dare ask him to cast the nullifying cuffs away. It would be fruitless and anger him.
Hiddekul brings her into the ballroom door, magicked into her prison chambers. It opens without a sound. Lined up and down the room were her fellows. A line of scantily clad male and female servers lined each side of the table. Small groups of musicians play and performers dance in tight circles. Miniature stages made as dinner entertainment. Their playing was in sync and sublime. All the sounds seemed to work with, not against, each other.
Oh how easy it would have been to become one of those performers. If it hadn’t been for a simple slip up from the cult leader, she wouldn’t have batted an eyelash being sent to another realm to entertain a god’s whim.
Ame threw her attention to her seat, a posh black velvet chair with a high back. Her companion pulled out the chair and spun her around with an elegance inhumane to anyone used to two feet.
“Sit.”
She sat. And watched him as he made his way to the head of his table. Against her will she admired the way the form fitted shirt and trouser contoured to him.
“Surely you’ll eat something this time my dear.” He waved his hand above the opulent dishes. “I’ll know if you don’t.”
Hiddekul’s deep red eyed glowered as Ame went to lift the bedazzled wine globlet.
“While I am hungry my lord, these chains are difficult to eat with...” Ame brings her lips to the edge of the glass, then hesitates. “Or I may hunger...for something else.”
Lowering her lids provocatively, Ame rests her finger on the closest bowl of dessert. Her fingertip seems to dance with the fluffy cream topping, whipping it around and around until it takes the shape of a sweetened tornado. She brings her finger to her lip, extending her pointed pink tongue to lick the dessert. She hesitates. Instead, her lackadaisical hand springs forward; she brings her arm to sweep the beautiful display of food tumbling to the floor. The cacophony of lovely melodies screeched to a halt as the tumble of goods clatter and shatter.
“I hunger for truth. I’m sick of these little games.” Ame sighs, taking a seat on the now empty table. She looks over at her host, who is holding onto his wineglass so tightly it may splinter at any moment. “Aren’t you my lord?”
Bringing her finger to her brow, she mimics a forester looking into the distance. Her voice, heavy with a sort of mocking lust and longing begins to sing in the frighteningly silent room.
“There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her”
Amethyst pulls her hair out of it’s wrapped style, spilling the softly curls of hair down her shoulders. Her thin tail sweeps up her leg, fluttering the cloth around her thigh.
“And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl?”
The questioning lift of tone mocks as it allures as Amethyst flips onto to the table onto her stomach. Her skirt goes up past her knees as she hugs her waist as takes a peak at the God.
“Little girl, you do not know what you ask for.” His fury and intrigue appear well matched as his gaze fails to stray from her form for a second. The room empties out in well practiced anticipation.
“Yes, you want her?
Look at her. You know. You do”
The scrape of his chair barely causes a hiccup in her tone as he strides forwards towards her. “Gods have given into much less than this.” Eyes dark and primal. Almost drunk he sways at each step, anticipating. She continues to sing.
“It's possible she wants you too?
There is one way to ask her”
A dark of silver flashes in Ame’s eyes as she breaks eye contact with him. Standing up and turning around so only the backless gauzy fabric faces him. See through and risqué without crossing a line. He loved a well placed line. She knew this as his gaze bore into her frame.
“It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl. “
Ame imagines watching as the man of her past dreams and nightmares basically floats his way to her. He rests his hands on her bare thighs as he leans in against her back. Still, she sings.
“Don't stop now
Don't try to hide it how.”
He turns her gently to face him; like a lover on their first night. Amethyst brings her thumb and middle finger to his chin. Catching it as delicately as a butterfly’s wing. Her tail strokes his back and urges him to come closer. She holds him in her hand.
“You wanna kiss the girl.”
Ame brings the sweet finger to Hiddekul’s lips. He gives a Cheshire smile before he laps at the remaining cream from earlier, swirling it around his tongue.
Suddenly his eyes flash with a mix of fury and fear as the potion laced food gets past him and takes effect.
“Ain't that sad?
Ain't it shame? Too bad...“
Amethyst lifts her long leg and pushes away the god with the heel of her foot. He obediently pulls back, stuck gaze eye to eye.
“You gonna miss the girl.“
The Caged Bird Sings
“I see trees of green
Red roses too.
I see them bloom
For me… and for you…”
The gilded cage was as exquisite as it was impenetrable. Gold and silver and other precious metals lined all the prison’s furniture, looking like a jail for a queen. The acoustics of her temporary room carried her raspy alto drawl throughout the enclosure, sounding haunting and alluring at the same time.
Amethyst sat with her legs folded together, a diamond studded ball and platinum chain strapped to her naked ankle. She rested her forehead on her knees, handcuffed arms humming loudly with arcane neutralizing power.
“I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed days
And the dark sacred nights…”
Feeling her neck hairs stand, almost like a lightning bolt due to strike, Ame dropped her song and raised up her eyes.
There he was. Sitting backwards on a chair that was only an arm’s length away from the cage bars. She was sure it was the length of her arm in particular. His black satin robes snaked down only one side of his bare chest and carried on only partway down his thighs. His golden tanned skin glimmered in the constant torch light. The night had dropped already. How many nights had she been here in wait?
“My darling. It can be a wonderful world. If you just saw it my way.” His smile dazzled, like a cream eating cat, watching the promise of a canary dinner. He leaned over the chair and managed to get it to balance easily on its two back legs as he leaned closer to her bars. His cocksure smile fell a little, seeing that Amethyst has done nothing with the milk and flower baths and the lines of extravagant garments he sent for her every day.
Her lips on the other hand, perked up in the smallest of victorious smiles.
“I’m sorry dahhhrling.” Amethyst drawled out, her eyes staring daggers at her captor. “Do my regular robes not suit you any longer?”
“They would…” Hiddekul took it upon himself to crawl his gaze over every inch of her exposed flesh. All the magic implements had been stripped from her. “…if you took it upon yourself to have them washed by your servants.”
“YOUR servants.” Amethyst cried in indignation, stumbling up to her feet. “My compatriots! Other foolish cultist who failed!”
“OUR…” The god gave a little cough, bringing his bellow back within cordial volume. “…family my dear. You are worth so much more to me than mere servitude. That’s a copper a dozen.” His silken tone deepened to dangerous levels as he approached the bars. He snapped his fingers, and the handcuffs grew three times heavier, pulling Amethyst to the floor.
“But no more fighting. I expect you to clean up and come out to dinner. Dressed. Bathed. Appropriately”
Welcome Home
The soft pillows beneath her feet and beautiful jeweled colors around Amethyst did not calm her in their splendor. In fact it was quite the opposite. Ame’s body went rigid and the hairs on her body stood up in fright. Goosebumps and a cold sweat broke over her brow as she surveyed her new surroundings.
If I’m here...does that mean?
Immediately Ame clutched at her throat, then felt around her head, heart and other vital points on her body. Whatever that bastard host did to her it didn’t outwardly mar her. And it was unlikely she had been poisoned either. Which meant…
“That’s right my pet. I have you now, finally, body and soul.”
His warm honeyed words rolled over her like a steamy rose cream bath, rich and luxurious. Amethyst swung her body left to right, bringing her hands across her chest and rubbing her arms to calm herself, looking for the source of the voice.
“Deals are deals love. Now why don’t you calm down a little?” Unexpectedly a fine mahogany wood table appeared across the room, covered and over its weight in delicacies across the world. Rare meats smoked and sizzling with perfect. Dainty sweetened flower crystals spun like spider’s silk. Bowls and bowls of soups, vegetables, side dishes and drinks throughout the future. Somehow, despite the assortment the scents all worked together in an enticing melody of fragrances.
The smell made Ame’s throat close.
“Ah, not hungry I see. Perhaps it would be best to see you face to face.”
The smorgasbord and table dissolved as fast as they came. In its place the face of Amethyst nightmares appears.
His tawny brown hair fell back in a sophisticated wave as reddish golden eyes glowered at her shrunken form. Giving away his disapproval the strong stubbly chin was hard set and his pink perfect lips were thin and disappointed.
Even at this distance she could see his muscles strain against the silken tunic and undershirt. He wasn’t overtly muscular but his body was built for strength.
She could tell as he crossed his arms as well in disapproval.
“Well, what are you waiting for my dear?”
Suddenly, as quick as a snake Amethyst dropped her shivering act and took off at the nightmare she always knew was coming for her. The zills in her hands quiver as magic pulsed from her hands to her intended target. Enchantments like lyrics pour from her lips as she throws every spell at him in quick succession.
Sweet Dreams
“I’m sorry about the blood… “Amethyst trailed off, handing her pockmarked and sticky travel robe to the graying chambermaid. She kept half hidden behind the wooden bedroom door, dressed for bed and not looking much better than her battle stained clothes. Having to spellcast in her dusty travel gear, she wasn’t surprised on how poorly the moves and notes had come during her dispel magic. Only the lack of proper bards and frontierness of this unknown land had made the power as potent as it was.
“No worries dearie. You don’t get to be my age working at a tavern and not see some blood and battle damage.” The kindly old maid added the final garb to her clothes pile and lifted the basket. ”Thank Branchala you had your guards around you to keep you safe so you could arrive at our inn in one piece tonight.”
“Yeah…” Ame mumbled, thinking of all of those less fortunate than her; who’s final bed was burning embers and falling beams. Her party member’s concern always seemed to cause more trouble than they solved...No matter the party. “Something like that…”
“Even a soldier hasn’t seen as much blood as I have. No siree…” As the gray haired maid sauntered off in her mutterings, Amethyst closed the door softly and let out a long sigh.
“Hello darkness. My old friend…” Ame hummed to herself. It had been awhile since she allowed herself to make music for her own. “I’ve come to talk to you again…”
Setting the latch lock, she made her way to the bag of holding. Her breath caught and she winced at the pain. Letting herself react openly to the beating of the long day. The potion’s magic couldn’t quite heal everyone up to full and her own tapped at healing the others as well. And poor Biki.
Pushing aside her frock, she peered at the slices of flesh barely clinging to her wounds and the dried blood that encircled the holes. Dark purple and brown bruises flowered throughout her side where the building’s bricks left their final stamp on the world.
It wouldn’t have been the first time for the bruises, thanks to the teachers and judges of the temple. Only perfection was rewarded with peace. No beating…not the ultimate peace.
Fishing out her canteen and a cloth too frayed to anything other than a rag, she cleaned her wounds as best she could. There was a bath (it was her first question), but there had been something with the tavern’s tub that night. She had requested it for the morning before breakfast. Without the benefit of magic, she feared for the scars she might have in the morning. Her singing spilled through the room, ever practicing her craft as her mind drifted.
Amethyst’s expectations of freedom were dashed. Flung into a new land. Unfamiliar Gods. Little money and even less enemies. She had thought there was no way her past would find her here. Even though her party was...strange. Even though she missed her old group. This was a chance to escape. With enough funds and supplies, this was her chance for a new life. Now that she was left to her devices after a day like today, the cloud crept back in. The feeling of sliced flesh by her tail dagger hadn’t felt like vindication but of entrapment. The desperation of magic as she threw at the fallen corpses and riddled body parts. The slipping into her old skin of greed & airs of superiority. Ame knew. It was a hell here too. And with that hell...and the missing gold...he would likely sniff her out.
Throwing the rusty wet rag to the coarse floor, she dropped the frock and went straight to the lumpy bed that was a thousand times better than the forest ground and MokNathal’s snoring farts.
The pain was there but she pushed it angrily out of her mind. She did what she had to do. Now was hour of for sleeping. There was nothing else to do. To worry of. She hadn’t known her companion long. He was in a better place. And what use was the money if it led her back to bad habits and useless magic.
As she closed her eyes under the thick blankets she wondered how Ardantan could bare to sleep out in the forest practically his whole life.
—
The fogginess of the room obstructed her view as she opened her eyes, finding herself laying flat down against a fine mahogany pew. Ame yawned and brought her hand to her eye, rubbing the unnatural sleep away. What little saliva she had disappeared as Amethyst took in the familiar floor tiles, propping herself up slowly to look up at the main performance hall.
The room’s beauty was punctuated in gold and silver; the moon’s rays poured through the stain glass and gleamed against the full playing choir. While the conductor’s back...Lydea’s back, was to her, the rest of her group sang and played on without a care in the world - except the fear of death. Their hoods were up but she knew every single one. The incenses of rosewood and myrrh swirling and bringing the riches of perfume in their worshipping performance.
Brushing the hair from her face, her eyes peered up and rested on the gilded throne. Jade and furs and exotic magical relics built the seat they hovered in midair. The value of components unimaginable to anyone. Even the greediest among them couldn’t count the diamonds and sapphires that were built into the floating stage. Never to touch the ground. Always appearing from above. A seat only for their majesty.
A figure parted the choir as the last notes of the band bled away. She recognized her frame, the jewels on her horn, the way the tunic fell around creamy chestnut skin and scrunched at the gold pins holding the outfit up. Her fingers reached for her hood and pulled it down. Amethyst watched her smug face, proud of the recognition, begin to sing the solo she was given.
“It truly is a hideous concoction…” the deep cold voice said at the tip of her ear.
Gasping and panicking, Ame threw herself away from the pew, causing it to grind harshly against the marble floor. Her song continued on as if nothing happened. As if behind a bubble where her actions couldn’t penetrate.
“The chair dear. Not your voice.” The ghostly voice spoke again, just as cooly. The whisper of incense curled around her next, blowing the fabric of her sleeping smock against her skin. “Yes I’m the god of greed but greed doesn’t have to be so garish…”
Ame reaches for her sword that wasn’t there. Then reached behind for her tail dagger. Which was also missing, thanks to the stupid idea of taking it off before bed.
“Looking for this?” The voice mused. A familiar long sword, thin and strong tumbled down from the throne. It hit the floor with a clatter, soon followed by the clatter of the dagger’s fall.
Jumping into a sprint, she dove for the weapons and barrel rolled gripping both in her hand. Her bare feet slid a few inches as she twisted herself back onto her feet. Now only a mere shoulders length away from the conductor. Still, Ame didn’t dare to take her eyes away from the swirling scented smoke.
“My dear sweet child. Is this what you do? What you live for? To help unfortunate adventurers, like yourself?”
It seemed to darken and solidify slowly in front of her.
“Poor souls with no one else to turn to...”
The smoke snapped into leather black bands and shot towards her. She leapt out of the way as it blew past her and struck the choir member in the chest.
Cloak falling, she saw the grotesque throat of Pirvil Riverforce slit from ear to ear as the fabric cut into him. His face as pale of death. Flaky burgundy blood ran down his stubbled chin. He crumpled, just as he had when she cut him to the ground.
As the body hit the floor, her solo stopped. It was like the scene kept going, but her notes went mute. Instead, the acapella hums and thrums that had accompanied her took the room. Sounding menacing and comforting at the same time.
The black bands bounced off the dead body then stuck another member.
“Can't you see?”
That one was Shelvidit Vragurkomzye. His face was punctured by grinding wolf teeth. A scream in his eyes while he fell to the attack.
“You belong to me.”
Hoga Amberblade’s laugh was still on his lips where it had been smashed by their cleric Taellin’s holy weapon.
“How my poor heart aches with every step you take…”
The ribbons split into tens of deadly floating strands and attacked the choir from every way. Faces of all the deaths she caused. From enemy Redbrands to goblins to lastly Lydea’s body. They all fell. Arrows. Great axes. The deaths obvious from her and her friends hands.
“Enough!” Ame screamed, her and her doppleganger the only ones left standing as the soft thud of the final body hit the chamber floor. “I’ve made a deal with you once before! And look what it’s gotten me!” She lifted her sword and walked angrily towards the danger.
The bands seemed to shimmer and disappear, forming back into a more steady cloud of hazy, black, sweet smelling vapor.
“Honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now.” She spat under her breath, more to herself than to the figure. She continued to mumble as she glared.
He purred in his bemused laughter. Velvety smooth and dangerous as molten metal. “Well my child, that wouldn’t serve either of us any good.” He did not withdraw from her threat. Just continuing to hover as she felt him watch her. His head cocked to the side, and she could feel the seductive smirk of a god intrigued.
“I think the real question is: What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?” His voice ticked up in amusement then started to growl as she approached. The gas around her grew like thick tar as she pierced it with her weapons ahead of her. The dagger extended. The sword hilt at her ear, ready to thrust. His voice was all around her now. “What are you wondering and what do you know?”
“I know…that I’m too valuable for you.” Ame twisted her hand and activated her Cloud of Daggers.
The arcane blades materialized in the space, spinning around her like bees around a hive. The speed of her knives a whirlwind, kicking up the fumes and disbursing them like a summer gust.
For the briefest moment she thought she had gotten him. Her chest rose with triumph as the spell continued to buzz around her. The air stuck and started to fall in her chest as she tried to end the spell. The steel edges just moved faster. Starting to nick her arms, legs, her tail, the fabric of her clothes. She could hear them clang against the gold on her horns. Little slits of blood began to appear all over her body. She tried to dodge one, just to get caught by another. Death by a thousand cuts, the ruby droplets glimmered against her skin like ornaments.
His laughter boomed against the high ceilings and expansive room. No longer the amused chuckles but full mad laughter of the victorious.
“Do you forget who I am? What I’ve shown you my foolish child!?”
The daggers began to peel off. One by one they whizzed from her. She could hear them thump into wood. Clatter against ground. Sink into flesh.
She turned as the last dagger slit her cheek and shot threw her hair. She just had enough time to catch it sink into her two headed orc and traveling companion Nathal’s already falling chest. Mok’s eyes already closed. The large trunk of Keljack
Where there once was the choir of bodies now laid her old party members. Blood pooling around them. Her knives littering them like fleshy pin cushions. Chests ratting with dying breaths. Old and new. Orcs, genasi, humans, elves...all the people she had partnered with to run from. Dead by her spell.
Her doppelgänger was there beside them. No longer singing. No longer oblivious to the madness of the room. Dressed in her travelers gear. Bleeding. Beaten. Screaming madly as an aarakocra decked in her cult’s high priest robes approached her with its glowing staff and sacrificial song. A fireball prepared. It went on like the worst, most real play Ame had ever seen.
“I can show you more power my dear.” Her god murmured lovingly into her ear. His form seem to solidify her into a prisoner’s hold. Without the benifit of seeing him she knew he was the most handsome physical being her mind could ever conjur. The sound of a lover waking the other, at the dawn of another beautiful day.
A pair of chiseled arms hugged Ame from behind as she stood mesmerized. She heard Fluffy their wolf dog emerge from nowhere. The keen bird eyes snapped away from her twin for just a moment. While attempting to take a bite of the large bird a quick spell had their dog lying dead, falling from a point blank fire bolt with still singeing fur. Her clone’s screams growing desperate and final.
The hand cradling her cheek like a protective parent. ”This does not need to be your future... You once were lost. But now you’re found.”
“I’m too…valuable for you...” she said weakly. Her resolve almost gone. He was a drug that killed you with your own pleasure. Fighting it was just as painful as giving in. “I don’t need your deals.”
“My precious Amethyst, your value is what I say it is.” The fireball filled the room in a swirl of lethal flames. The pews and bodies ignited like lantern oil. The smoke of his frame was nothing to the toxicity of melting flesh and the shattering rain of stained glass. Despite the close proximity of the flames she felt his protection keep her safe from the hellscape. Safe but caught, like a rat protected by the very cat ready to swallow her whole. Her twin’s screams turning choked then silent.
“No…” she whispered. Her fingernails reached up to the arm and clawed at it with her sharpened tiefling nails. It was like scratching her blade; his flesh had no give and no response. “This isn’t real! This is just a dream..”
“My dear...” His baritone voice thrummed in it’s tantalizing way again. Her body felt the sound of his voice vibrate through as he moved against her. “You are in my domain. What are dreams…” she felt the arm flex right before she heard her neck snap. Her body tumbled as she took her last glimpses of his world. “...but bedtime lies?”
The Prayer
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though we’d like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice
Our feelings for him?
And will he see?
How much he really means
This fate is not to be
Rest In Pieces
Song: Saliva - Rest in Pieces
Amethyst moved quietly into the cart, taking great care to avoid the looks of confusion, anger, grief and pain around the party. She didn't want to think of them. Or herself. Or the figure of the companion she had healed over and over, time and again. Cold and still. His neck at an unnatural angle...
Ame clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip until she felt the warm coppery blood coat her tongue. She was hurt enough from this fight, but this physical pain was a lot easier then any sort of emotional guilt.
Glenn was the first person she had "met" in this strange new land. His figure had been still and unconscious then too, but it had been temporary. It wasn’t the first, and she assumed there would never be a last. It had almost become a game for them. An inside joke each time she chided him on his uselessness and his insults about her miserly ways every time she healed him (for a nominal fee).
She had pumped every drop of healing magic she could have done into the lifeless corporeal form. But the magic had made no difference. His chest never rose again. Never fell. Ame's usual quip fell lifeless too, covered by the taste of blood and ash and regret for her stubborn ways.
While she knew that she was being selfish; that her selfishness knew no bounds but she couldn't stop herself from yelling at Bucky. Bucky was much closer to Glenn than she was. They had taken to each other like brothers, yet she knew what he had wanted to do before he had taken a step to his fallen friend. And she wouldn't let him. Over her own dead body would she let anyone strip Glenn of his beloved weapons now. Not while they still had hope of resurrection. He probably laughed at her self-absorption from beyond the veil. He probably thought she wanted all of his goods for herself. Or maybe it didn't surprise him.
The sounds of ferocity and anger towards Alduin started to become overbearing. Somewhere in the back of her heart she felt the ferocity building inside her as well. But she couldn't give into it as well. Now absolutely wasn't the time, otherwise there would be even more bloodshed then there already was.
She sang under her breath, pulling herself away from the corpse. Now was not the time for feelings. Hadn’t Biki said he needed power? And now she realized she needed it too.
“Don't say goodbye
Don't say, I didn't try...
These tears we cry
Are falling rain.”
The inky blackness swam within her mind as she let her body go. It was a known darkness. A source of pain, but also of hope. His deep voice blew into her mind like an ice cold wind.
"My dear Amethyst. None of those were lies. As a loyal friend, I was always there for you. I will never say goodbye."
Barely above a whisper, she replied to him. "Just take your piece of me. And take the promise for a favor you fiend."
The stab of pain corseted through her like a gunshot. Her demon lord laughed his gentle amusement into her ear as she fell to her knees. “Another part gone” she croaked, as she felt the knowledge and power come into her in payment to her tears. Likely too little, too late.
His voice sang to her as it floated away, ever present...no matter the plane of existence. Cruelty was always beautiful in his deep tenor voice. She imagined it always would be to people like her.
"And you will weep
When you face the end alone...
You are lost!
You can never go home..."
Letter To Dad
Father,
I’m sorry for proving people right about us. I was a child and a fool. I thought I was clever and talented. I wanted more than a gypsy existence, slowly chiming our tailed tambourines on dirty tavern streets while people looked at us with suspicion. I wanted to show I had talent even the gods couldn’t deny. No matter our heritage. I would make a name for myself and our family.
When I entered the temple with the other bards; they taught me new instruments. They bathed us with milk and dressed us in silks. The clerics stayed hidden in their gold and white robes as they watched us preform. Weeding out the weakest while we learned songs and stories from each other. I was so naive.
It was a beautiful temple father, and they accepted me despite my horns and tail. Despite our forever curse. I thought I could be someone special. The first tiefling paladin to the god of music. Cleric even! I would do what Drizzt Do’Urden did for drow and make the world a better place.
I can’t tell you too much. This letter may fall into the wrong hands and be used to track me. All I can say is I’m being hunted now. Keep away from anyone baring the mark of broken trade scales. For I have stepped into a power I do not want as the cost is too steep.
I love you.
Ame
