Flames
Author: Flaminglake
Summary: Alyss's thoughts when Will is captured by Skandions.
Spoilers: Possible book three spoilers.
(A/N) just a little something I came up with, please review!
Alyss POV
Dear Will
I don't really know why I'm writing this. Maybe it's because you're captured as a slave, maybe I'm just missing you or maybe it's to make me feel better. Do you remember Murdal? The story teller who used to make up stories and recite them to us in the ward? In one of his stories, if you want to lend someone courage, you write them a note and cast it into the flames of hope. I don't have any "flames of hope" but I do have a fireplace.
I know you are strong Will; you must escape and find your way back to us, back to those who care. I know you have courage, more courage then most grown men, but I want you to understand something. Courage is like fire. If there are times in Skandia when you feel as though you have used up your strength, you feel like you can never be brave again, remember this. If fire can be overcome by Water, Then courage can be swallowed by fear. But if fire can be reignited, so can your courage. No matter how many times you put out a fire it can never be extinct. Your courage and fighting spirit will always return.
Remember that people believe in you and believe in yourself.
All will be well.
Love Alyss
I sighed softly and placed my quill on my desk. The firelight flickered sending shadows dancing on the walls. It felt like I was dragging a heavy weight on my heart. A heavy and sad weight that would never go if … no, Will would return, he had to. If he was going to die… it was unthinkable! A world without Will…
A few stray tears slipped down my cheeks and landed on the letter. Thankfully, none of the words were blotted out.
Drying my eyes, I stood and moved towards the fireplace. I held the letter over the flames, but hesitated before letting go. Writing a letter to givesomeone far away courage. It was like believing in magic. How childish. Still, it made me feel better. Like I was somehow helping him. What was the harm in it?
"I love you Will," I whispered as if he could hear me, "stay strong,"
I let the letter slip from my hand and watched as the flames devoured it.
(A/N) As I said, it's just a quick scene I came up with, let me know what you think.
