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By Kain Vinosec Long ago, a story lost to the lands of time lingered within the last letter to a wife. My dear wife, It has been many months since last I looked upon you and our daughter. But now I crumble with fear as I find myself in a danger from which I cannot escape. I will tell you of my tale in the hopes that your devotion to me will allow you to share it with many others as these are my last moments and I will not have the chance myself. I met a giant of a man in my travels to the distant worlds of which I sought. He and I became quick friends despite the rather obvious difference between our sizes. He was a very solemn, simple man. He cut logs and sold them for firewood to make his living. Somewhat of a mercenary of wood I suppose. He was very alone and enjoyed our talks and visits as friends. After having met him, I found that I could not leave him so easily as it would most certainly make him sad to see his only friend leave him for adventure. So, I told him of my journey to discover and see things of which my eyes had not imagined before I became too old to venture into the world. I had asked him to accompany me for my journey. He agreed and we set off together on a grand adventure. We'd seen pyramids and castles and every angle of the sky and the stars. Then it was time to go home. We trekked back to where he lived and I thanked him for making my journey an experience worthy of legend and song. He thanked me for being his friend and welcoming him into the world as any other normal person would have welcomed any other normal person. Then he asked if he could continue with me to our home and live there with our family. I told him that would not do, as my family enjoys each other and that to invite someone into our home without my wife and child having met them beforehand would be irresponsible and cruel of me as a father and as a husband. He was not pleased. I tried to reason with him as best I could, but he was rather adamant about us staying together. It would seem that I was the only person who's bothered to strike up a conversation with him since his parents had died and he had no other family. He had lost his mind in the silence of the years and was now happy with having found the sound of friendship. He would not let me leave. I argued with him and soon it became rather violent. I tried reason and kindness but his distaste for being alone was overpowering his ability to understand reason or present kindness. I tried to leave him but he followed me. He screamed at me and grew infuriated. “If you won't take me with you, I'll keep you here!” to which I argued “You would have me stay against my will?” and thus he said the phrase I feared most: “The dead have no will!”. I ran. I ran for days but his large size made it impossible to escape and he rarely grew tired. Eventually I came to hide in this abandoned home. I found this pen and this paper and I write to you now to tell you that I love you and that I love our daughter, Emily. I would not have left you but I'm afraid it is out of my hands. He is knocking on the door now and will soon come in to relinquish my acquaintanceship by force. I end this letter with my last thoughts meant for my precious Emily. The world is a beautiful place, and even though it has betrayed me its beauty has been worth my final pain. Go and see the precious life within this world before you grow too old to enjoy it. My greatest regret is that my wife was not the one I experienced the world with. Emily, make sure that she dies happy for it is the one thing I could not do. My love to my family, Jason Maester Sickly is the son of giants that seeks to succumb to the shame within the soul. Samuel, this ent in question sought only to speak with his companion under more suns than they had been allowed. Sorrowfully that sight was never seen. Now as he barges through the door and proceeds to destroy the life of Jason Maester, he seeks only to falsify the company that he has experienced. After his death he pounds and he pounds and powerfully he pulls the skin from the bloody pulp that has become Jason Maester. Now this self-contained gargantuan man knows friendship once again as he plays happily in the meadows with the shell of the dead man. The End. |