My Love,
So many things happened and I know that I am the blame for most of it. Believe me when I say that I had no idea what they would do. I did not know that Oakvale would be destroyed, with you among them. If I did know then maybe, just maybe, I would not have done such a deed.
The shadows which devoured Oakvaleā¦. Will I ever be able to forget this? I wake up at night remembering and knowing that it is all just a memory. I am sorry for what I did. I am sorry that I killed you and the rest of the village. I was so stupid, so young and so afraid of death that I would have done everything to be alive. I even went so far to sacrifice you.
They asked for a sacrifice, but never named a price. I remember clearly that I said yes and that once a year I would have to sacrifice someone's youth to keep mine. Then I remember walking out of the Shadow Court only to see shadows destroying Oakvale. I still can hear them scream, you among them. I was so weak then, but times have changed. I have changed. I am not he. I am Reaver. I hoped that writing this would ease my troubled mind, but it seems that it is working in the opposite direction. My head is killing me and I believe that I will feel much better after a chalice of wine. My only hope is that one day, not now, I will join you.
With Love,
Reaver.
