Dear Father.
Never been much for writing, Father. My thoughts always run faster than I write. Like you said yours did. Now that your Pyre is over and done with. I don't have to keep up appearances of the strong brave son alone in my room in this Ubar's mansion. I can cry now if I want until I leave this room again and put my mask back on as you put it once. I didn't cry in public Father, like you taught me, not even once, not even when I watched your body go up in flames. You were pyred on the shores of the Thassa like you would've wanted. I miss you Father and I love you. I remember every last thing about you and will till the day I die I think. How when I was just a little urt you'd come home to Cardonicus to see me after a long voyage and I'd run up to you and leap into your arms and you'd hold me like there would never be a tomorrow.
Like there would never be a tomorrow. I think you knew even way back then. That your time here among us living would just be too short.
There won't be a tomorrow for us now, Father. But I'll try to remember all the things you taught me. Things like about how all women are osts in robes. I don't know if that's really true or not but I'll be on my guard and just hope there's one out there for me that isn't. And how you told me that true men love with their whole heart and not in partial. Just like a man has to be fearless in battle to be fearless in love too you said, and how Caste defines your life and your honor. And to fight and be willing to sacrifice all for what you believe is worth living for and dying for.
Father, my aunt is gone. Not dead but not with me now. I will find her Father I promise. Maybe my mother is still out there somewhere too. Who knows.
I know you raised me best you could. I know why you raised me with the warriors and not with you. I know why you did it now, Father. Thank you for making me strong enough to face the rest of my life without you.
Draaken