A/N: Written for FF_Land's epistolary short fic challenge (pen a letter between 500 and 1000 words from one character to another - why are they writing and what do they have to say).
To a Pirate Captain
Dear Sarisa,
I know that you call yourself Faris, and perhaps I ought not to disavow you of your chosen appellation, but I miss my sister. When we lost you the first time, to nature, I hoped beyond all possible conception that you would return to us. For years I looked to the squalls above, to the seas beyond, in askance. Never did you return.
When Father felt the disruption of the crystals and left upon our winged dragon, I wished him a solemn farewell, but feared the worst. He, too, was lost to me, albeit with impermanence.
And then you returned, my dearest Sarisa. You were harsher, colder, with different mannerisms and a foreign voice, perhaps, but my elder sister nevertheless. And now, after we have defeated Exdeath, at the cost of Galuth and Father – you have decided to leave me, this time of your own free will.
Were you not happy to be sovereign, my dearest Sarisa? You are the elder, after all, and far better suited to rule than me, your sea-born experience an asset in this respect.
I felt safe with you, though your words and mannerisms were unfamiliar. Your crew loves you, as I am well aware, but does our kingdom not as well? Do I not?
It was during a ball in our – your – honor that you disappeared. Our other companions had already disappeared, presumably to seek more adventure. Was it so difficult to eschew the same in favor of discovering the family you never knew? Were you so desperate for escape? I miss you, Sarisa, as I have nearly my entire life. I miss my older sibling hugging me and telling me everything will be all right, teaching me about the ways of the world, of court. I lost her many years ago, and – for a short while – I felt I had her back.
But you have grown apart from me, aboard a pirate ship. You glean comfort from the mannerisms of a gruff sailing crew, of treasure and bounty hunters. And despite the melancholy it inspires within me to admit such, you have excelled there, Sarisa. You have cast off your name, your legacy, and have created your own: Faris Scherwiz, scourge of the seas and the best pirate captain who ever lived. You will always yearn for the depths, and for Syldra, with whom you grew up. I only wish that you yearned for family as much as I do.
Go then, my pirate captain. Seek out your adventure, fame, and glory. But please, someday, come back to me. Weave tales of your successes and triumphs, describe the joy of hardship and struggle. Until then, I will remain as I always have, a princess of Tycoon, and your loving sister.
Lenna