'Letter' 1: "A bunch of bandits in my way"
Dear Mum and Dad,
How are you doing? I hope you are safe and sound. I'm doing well here, I don't regret my choice at all, and I don't think I will. You don't have to worry that much about me, am I old enough to look after myself, and what's more, I need to live as a tactician, which is what I am! I have studied to become one, and if those Nodion creeps are so stubborn to not allow me to work 'officially', I'm going to work as one, anyway, in any place! Nodion isn't the only place in the world, as well as Juggdral. And what's more, I always wanted to come here, to Elibe, and to travel around the world, as you did. You both met in a journey, hadn't you? And don't tell me that things were different, and that you traveled just around Juggdral, but Silesia (where you met) is quite far from Nodion!
Anyway, I'm ok, sorry for my previous rant. It's just that those men still drive me mad when I think about it. Tell auntie Sarah I'm ok, that she doesn't have to worry that much.
The journey by sea was calm, but I had that bad luck that there were only middle aged people in that boat, so I was a sort of mascot for them. There wasn't any interesting guy of my age… I hope I'll have better luck here, I'm not transparent.
I arrived more than two months ago, and I'm terrible surprised that you hadn't received my previous letter. It's a shame how the post network functions here…
Well, now I'm travelling around Sacae. Its plains are of a marvelous green, but I get a bit sick of that never-ending green. Yes, I'm quite a complaining gal, I know… sorry. I haven't found any job yet, I'm just wandering from a place to the other, and miraculously, I'm not starving. Seems I do a good job differentiating the good herbs from the bad ones…
I'm going to go on walking, so this letter ends here. I'm writing this, laying on a log, and I should find some village or even a tribe of nomad people if I don't want to sleep bad tonight.
See you
Alina…
The brownish-reddish haired girl stopped writing, and put her pen and paper in her rusty bag. She looked at the sky, then, thinking in her past… The day she chose to became a tactician… the day she entered the Tactic and Strategy school of Nodion, where there were few girls, like five in her course, herself included… her graduation, and her teacher's reluctance to acknowledge her achievements (well, not only to her, but to the other girls, as well)… and her decision to leave old, boring Nodion for new airs… Elibian airs. Her luck had to change, she couldn't be that unlucky. If she stayed at home, she would have to live with her tactician knowledge as a hobby, and she wasn't going to do that, not without trying her luck in another place, different from her home. And she wasn't going to hide her job to get a boy: they would have to learn to love her by what she was, not for what they wanted her to be. She had already gave up of finding a boyfriend at home, each 'attempt of boyfriend' decided to quit when they knew her studies…
"Enough of the past", Alina spoke to herself, sort of challenging. "I'm not going to stay here, without trying to change my luck"
She got up quickly, picked her things and started her journey.
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"Uh-oppsss"
Too late. When Alina realized, she was surrounded by two strong built, not very friendly men, who couldn't be anything else than bandits. Ah, feeling the adrenaline flowing in her veins, the danger of being first attacked by bandits… that was something she didn't like.
"What do we have here?", one of the men asked, inspecting her.
"No…nothing"
"Is that so?", the other said, picking her bag.
She tried to grab it, but she failed. One of the men seemed to pick something, and the other moved quickly, and she tried to run, but suddenly she felt like she was going down, down, down…
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Dear Parents,
You'll be receiving two letters from me in the same envelope. You don't have to worry, I'm ok. It's just that some things changed drastically and I'm not feeling that well to re-write the things that I still want to tell you from my last letter. My right arm still hurts a bit, and yes… that's my writing arm. Sorry for the illegible font.
Just after I finished my previous letter, I re-started my journey, with that luck that I ended up being pursued by bandits, and then I found myself laying in an unknown place, which I then knew it were the remaining of a Lorca tribe tent, with a green haired girl, called Lyn. Unluckily for us, some more bandits came near the tent, but Lyn wanted to fight them, and as I'm of no use in a battle but to guide the others (at least in theory), I joined her, yelling from a good distance away from her. She has some skill, so she was able to finish them off without much trouble.
Then, it was she who wanted to join me. The worst part is that I sure looked like an elder! I asked her to get permission from her parents! I'm nothing but a year or two older than her, and I said that? What's happening to me?!?!? The worst was that her parents died like six months ago, so I'm an idiot x 2, because I asked her this, and because I saddened her, even without wanting it. Great… however, she understood my position, and well… I accepted her company. She wants to get stronger to avenge her parents death, and although it's not something I approve (murder to avenge murder), I think she can be a worthy warrior. Oh, what am I talking about?!? She can't stay there alone in a dead village, I guess I said yes because of that! And it feels lonely to wander through a strange place alone, although I'm quite a loner when it comes to work…
Now I'm about to sleep. Lyn's already doing so. I guess it's my time now…
Kisses
Your little injured (but ok and 'safe and sound') Alina
PS.: Can you believe that Lyn had the same problem than me? She said her people were quite old fashioned and that would never followed a woman… Same goes to those decrepit old men in Nodion!
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Well, submitting two fics in the same day... odd. I know that you have already read zillions of times fics retelling the game, and many journals... but this comes with a difference! How many fics include letters to 'mommy and daddy' who could be worried about their daughter, uh? =P Hope you'll like it, and please, read and review!