Letters
Isabel Night
Amy
Dear Anubis,
I know you may never read this letter, but now that I'm starting my first year of college, I felt it was time to write this letter.
I guess that first thing that sticks out was the first time I saw you at the Olympics. At the time, I was 17 years old, young, willing to win the gold, and maybe even a little clueless about the concept of duty. When I got off the airplane, I had high hopes that I would bring a gold medal home, but I wasn't counting on you being there. When I first met you, and I'll be honest, I thought you were on drugs or something, but even then, some part of me knew that you were serious. It was later that evening when I learned that I was one of the potential heirs to the Armor of Cruelty. It's almost funny, but now that I think about it, maybe I was the crazy one.
You didn't leave with a good first impression. At first, I thought you were just some punk Nino looking for a fight, but I was wrong. The night I cut you with my switchblade, you told me something that even now, a year later, I can't forget. You told me that war changes people, for good or for worse, and that every single human being doesn't come out of a war untouched. I was surprised that you understood such things, for living and fighting on the streets can make people think that way too.
The more times we met and fought, the more you forced me to pull strength from deep within my inner being, pushing my limits, and putting me to the test. I don't know if it was orders from your boss or not, but you just kept pushing me, challenging me, and daring me to do my best. And at the final battle, everything you did made me a different person.
While it wasn't easy to defeat you, the road you forced me to travel to get to that point caused me to change. I know for a fact that when I left Atlanta, I was a different person. I guess all I can say is: you did your job.
I know this will damage your ego, but I'm not in love with you. When I left Atlanta, I went back to Miami and met a young man from Cuba named Elian Hernandez. We fell in love, started dating, and are now going to a small college in Miami together. In two months, Elian will take the Naturalization Test and hopefully become an American citizen. And I will be there with him every step of the way.
I guess if this letter had any meaning to it, it would be this: thanks. Thanks for helping me grow and became a stronger person. Thanks for everything. And while I don't love you, some part of me will always remember that crazy red haired Warlord who pushed me to do my best, and become a better person.
Amy Sonata
Isabel Night
Amy
Dear Anubis,
I know you may never read this letter, but now that I'm starting my first year of college, I felt it was time to write this letter.
I guess that first thing that sticks out was the first time I saw you at the Olympics. At the time, I was 17 years old, young, willing to win the gold, and maybe even a little clueless about the concept of duty. When I got off the airplane, I had high hopes that I would bring a gold medal home, but I wasn't counting on you being there. When I first met you, and I'll be honest, I thought you were on drugs or something, but even then, some part of me knew that you were serious. It was later that evening when I learned that I was one of the potential heirs to the Armor of Cruelty. It's almost funny, but now that I think about it, maybe I was the crazy one.
You didn't leave with a good first impression. At first, I thought you were just some punk Nino looking for a fight, but I was wrong. The night I cut you with my switchblade, you told me something that even now, a year later, I can't forget. You told me that war changes people, for good or for worse, and that every single human being doesn't come out of a war untouched. I was surprised that you understood such things, for living and fighting on the streets can make people think that way too.
The more times we met and fought, the more you forced me to pull strength from deep within my inner being, pushing my limits, and putting me to the test. I don't know if it was orders from your boss or not, but you just kept pushing me, challenging me, and daring me to do my best. And at the final battle, everything you did made me a different person.
While it wasn't easy to defeat you, the road you forced me to travel to get to that point caused me to change. I know for a fact that when I left Atlanta, I was a different person. I guess all I can say is: you did your job.
I know this will damage your ego, but I'm not in love with you. When I left Atlanta, I went back to Miami and met a young man from Cuba named Elian Hernandez. We fell in love, started dating, and are now going to a small college in Miami together. In two months, Elian will take the Naturalization Test and hopefully become an American citizen. And I will be there with him every step of the way.
I guess if this letter had any meaning to it, it would be this: thanks. Thanks for helping me grow and became a stronger person. Thanks for everything. And while I don't love you, some part of me will always remember that crazy red haired Warlord who pushed me to do my best, and become a better person.
Amy Sonata