Dear Editor:
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The story is over. The world has been saved and everyone has returned to their lives. I've returned home and started that fateful day as it should have been. I woke up, had some breakfast, spoke with my plowman, and practiced a bit with the sword to clear my mind.
So why does this next scene exist? Why do I feel like there is still something left for me to do? Why is it that I even remember a length of time that never happened, never existed? Is it that I still have that something left to finish, to accomplish?
That's it, isn't it? That I have something left to do. I think I understand a bit, now. Even if the world is saved and stable again, there is still all of us. Nikado was right. We cannot lose that connection. And then there is her. The spider.
I need to go pack for a little trip. I have but a minor suggestion for this scene: it should probably be edited to have me pack three boar's heads instead of one; Tobias has been starving himself for a while, after all.
Signed,
Zayr Enesse A'osut
Dear Editor:
You know, I complained a lot about this scene when I was first introduced to it. I felt it just wasn't very true to me. But now that I'm in it again, I think I can see where the author was going with it, and I can agree with it. The simple fact is, I wasn't happy here.
Don't get me wrong. I still love kids, and I love teaching. But in all honesty, I had no attachment to this community. It was a place I lived and worked, but it was not a home. I had students, associates, neighbors, but not really any friends. I don't think anyone's really let me be close since I lost Aizaem. Meeting Zayr was possibly the best thing to happen to me recently.
And we met because of the little spider. What better way to thank our little sweetie than to go rescue her from those big bad cultists? Let's hit the road, Zayr, we got things to do and people to meet again!
Love,
Nikado
Dear Editor:
I really don't have much to say. There were some tough times, but I think I've become a little better for them. Thanks for including me in this. I enjoyed coming along for the ride. And I'm more than ready to continue the trip til its end.
Sincerely,
Tobias
Dear Editor:
Um, yeah. Thanks for not making me sound like a total douche or something. I guess it's a pretty good story. Yeah. So yeah, gotta go save the world again now. See ya.
Eris
P. S. I shaved my head again. I sort of like this look on me.
Dear Editor:
I really can't think of anything to add that hasn't been already said. Nope, no critiques, no being a kid upset with the position he happened to be born with. I'll keep using my magic in the way I know how, even if it's not traditional, since I know there are people that understand and accept that. I think perhaps that we were all looking for a little acceptance from someone. Then again, isn't that what most stories are about? A bunch of misfits finding that one group of friends worth doing things with? How cliche :P
I'm in for this. Let's go bust some cult headquarters. We're still one member short.
--Pablo
Dear Editor:
This letter is from all of us. We're currently outside the church occupied by the Web, about to go looking for the Spider. Before we went in, we wanted to give you a final letter of thanks. Thanks for pulling us over the rough spots, for refusing to budge if we complain too much, and for letting us grow a bit. Now that the story's done with the editing process, we look forward to seeing the book soon.
We also have a final editing request. Please cut the scene we're about to enter and let the story end here. You probably know this, but the story was never about saving the world in the first place. It was always about us and our experience in a short period of time in our lives. Therefore, there's really no need to know whether we win this fight, or if we die. The reader can decide for themselves, because it doesn't matter in the end. What does matter is that we all met.
In closing, thanks for everything. We're heading out now.
Signed:
Zayr Enesse A'osut
Nikado
Tobias Daireth Halius
Eris Themalassey
Pablo Zenzizenzizenzic
And now, the real story begins.
