A/N. It's been a while since I last worked on something, but here's a project that really matters to me. I've been trying to improve it for weeks, and of course, it's not over – I'll write more letters in the weeks to come. I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!
1 – Some weeks after the kidnapping.
Theodore,
No, it doesn't seem right. I shouldn't be calling you "Theodore" anymore, after all. You're gone with this name. Erased. Now, there are two "Hershels"... not that you would ever learn the truth. You're too young.
I blame myself for what happened, sometimes. I know I shouldn't: the Azran are the only ones that brought all this misery upon us, after all. That accursed civilization! Why did Father have to find out about them? We should have spent our lives together, as a family. We were meant to be a family, forever. Now, there's nothing left of us. I spend my nights thinking about our loss, and my days working hard to take my revenge on them someday.
You see, I want to become an archeologist so I can discover the truth behind the Azran. Then, I will be able to seek the truth that Father was after, and maybe even meet him again.
I want to believe that he is still alive. I know our mother passed away recently – I don't think you will ever learn this terrible news. After all, you're just a child: it would be foolish to tell you about something so horrible. Every day, I pray that the Laytons are taking good care of you. I trust them: they couldn't harm you.
In the end, I don't believe you will ever realize what happened to you when we split up. Eventually, you'll just grow up and leave a normal life... that is everything I can hope for, Theodore.
For now, I will just go back to working on the Azran. I am still thinking about you, and I am sure we will get the chance to reunite.
Hershel