Heey... This is my first fanfiction story. I know how this story is going to end and everything. Please, be nice when you review. If you review. English is NOT my first language, it's Spanish and German. Dont't be surprised if you see any mistakes. If you do, please correct me.

The letter

The 6-year-old girl was outside playing with a wood-tire, when she noticed the man sitting on the only bench in the area.
She stopped playing, staring at the man curiously, who watched her from the distance.

It was a cloudy day, normal in the region the girl was living in. The wind was cold and blew the girl's hair from her dainty face.

The girl started walking toward the man. The closer she came to him the better she could recognise him. He had shoulder-length, grey hair and also a well-trimmed, grey beard. He surely had been a good- looking man, but his sea-green eyes were sad and his expression grim. Nevertheless, the man had a kind face and his eyes were surrounded by wrinkles, which proved her that he smiled often.
His eyes...the girl thought. Her father had the same sea-green eyes.

The little girl came closer, eying the man cautiously and remembering her father's words: "There are sick people out there, my love. Do not talk to strangers unless you have to and keep distance."
She looked at the man and he returned the intense look she gave him. Her father had never talked about his past – he always looked heartbroken if he did – but the little girl wondered if this man could be her father's father. It was possible. Her father wasn't even 30. He was only 25 but he seemed older because of the hart work. This stranger was surely about 50 years old.
Finally, the stranger broke the ice.
"What's your name kid?"
The girl blinked.
"Rose..."
The man nodded, if her answer just affirmed his thoughts. She didn't asked what his name was. This man radiated such an authority, that she felt reminded of her father. She felt safe and sound when her father was around her. But the stranger only made her feel smaller than she already was.
"Do- do you want to talk to my dad?" the girl stammered.
The man looked away. His eyes hefted to the ocean near their house. His expression turned sad. He sighed. He shook his head slowly and added:
"Don't think he would come out if he saw me, kid. But do me a favour and -" The man pulled something – a letter – from his coat and handed it to her. "Please.. Make sure your father reads it. It means a lot to me. "
And without saying anything else, the man stood up and left.
She watched as the mysterious man disappeared in the distance and ran home.

Rose lived in an old house, made of bricks. Apart from the ugly basement and the really old attic, it had only one floor. It had a bathroom, a small kitchen with an even smaller dining room and the comfortable living room. Besides that, the floor had only two bedrooms.

The basement- forget it. It wasn`t habitable. It was dark, damp and full of spiders and rats. It would take years to bring the basement to stand. Therefore, they never entered there.
And the attic – well... Her father worked there, trying to make the attic habitable. He explained that he wanted to make the attic into a room. It would become Rose's bedroom in the future.
She couldn't imagine how her father planned to turn that mess into a bedroom, but she knew that her father always kept his promises.
It was dark. Rose guessed, her father was either taking a nap or working on the attic. She hoped it was the last.
He father had nightmares once in a while. She wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't heard him scream. He never talked about it. After hard night he did as if nothing had happened.
But even if she was only five, she couldn't ignore the nights when her father dreamed. She didn't understand what was causing it. Her Nanny June had explained once, that sometimes people had problems in their past and for some of those people, the only way to get over those problems, was by recalling them in their dreams.

Rose didn't understand that statement either.

She stepped into the living room. No one was there. He wasn't in his bedroom either, but Rose could tell that he had been writing a letter again.
This was another thing that strange her about her father. He never sent the letters he wrote. He would always keep them in the drawer.
In addition, she did not know for whom these letters were for. Sure, he had his mother, but they usually talked on the phone.

That meant that her father was on the attic. And so was it.
She stepped carefully on the attic's floor. She always feared the floor might break or something.
Everything- even the only window was covered with dust. In front of the round window was her father doing whatever was necessary.
"Dad?" Rose called.
The mentioned one looked up and his face lit up when he saw Rose.
"Yeah? What can I do for you? ", he asked. He had black hair and the same features the strange man had. They had the same sea-green eyes only that her father's were deeper and somehow sadder.
Rose didn't know why.
"Ehh... There was a man outside and... " She stopped because her father had sudden stood up; his expression had changed from kind to suspicious and mistrustful.
"A man?", he asked with a frown.
Rose nodded.
"Yes, and he wanted me to give you this " She handed him the letter the old man had given her. "He said it was urgent"
She watched her father closely as he studied the envelope. He let his hand sink and with a look on the attic, that hadn't changed at all, he said:
"I guess I will have to finish it another time."

In the night when it was already dark and little Rose was sleeping, a young man was sitting at/on his desk, his face on his hands. He was very tired. He had just finished a letter and this issue had drained the rest of his energy. He certainly did not want to read the letter his daughter had given him a few hours ago. He had a suspicion from who this letter was.
It had been a hard day's work. His job was hard enough, but of all the things he had to get a letter from him... But well... He had never had much luck.
He tore up the envelope and started reading the letter:

Dear Percy,

I find it extremely difficult to explain everything on a letter, but I know that you wouldn't let me explain if I were standing right in front of you. And you are right.
I would understand if you threw the letter away, but please. Don't do it.
I really have to talk to you. I want to apologise personally for everything. For the behaviour of my family and mine. After all you've been through, after saving the world twice – it was wrong how we treated you.
Even if you don't accept my apology, I beg you to listen to me. One last time.
I will wait on the bench every day until you are ready.

Your father

Percy put the letter aside. He was angry and sad at the same time. He stared at the pile of letters, he never sent.
He couldn't take hold of any clear thought.

Percy had been trying to suppress the memories about his past – that meant everything but his mother- since he had moved into this house. And just when he had assumed that he had finally managed to move on, his father wrote him a letter to apologise for what they had done to him.
The truth is, he had done everything to run away from his past and he had done everything to not be found by... them.

Why? Why did they do this to me? Percy thought miserably.
He did everything they asked him for, he had risked his life about a million times and he had saved the world.

Twice! I've saved the world twice! Percy thought.
Great. Just great. If his father found him, then it was just a matter of time until the others found him... and Rose.

No. The best thing he could do was to avoid his father and do as if nothing had changed. If Percy ignored his father then maybe he would gave up and leave his son alone.
After all, it wouldn't be the first time.

He wondered what June would say about his father's letter... They were family after all.

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