To my son, when he turns 16:
I am writing this as I watch you run around outside in the sunshine. Even in the natural light, you like to stick to the shadows. It hurts my heart to think that you might read this someday, but I would rather you read these things than not know them at all. You must be prepared.
And if you are reading this... you will always be vennen to me. I love you. But I hope you know that already, so on to the purpose of this letter.
I met your father in the town my family has lived in for generations, in Norway. It's a beautiful, emotional place that I hope you can visit one day. Our ages-old family Bible, handwritten and a true treasure, has some added pages in the back. These were written by one of our ancestors, though nobody quite knows who. They cryptically hint at what our family might be capable of. My parents and grandparents taught me that these pages were fantasies, and I believed them. Until I moved to Paris.
There are many mysterious things in the world, vennen, and something about Paris brings them out of hiding. And somehow I know that with you, the magic in our family will walk freely once again. You are young, but are every bit the lovely person I know you always will be. The blessings of your heritage will find you.
I don't pretend to know everything. I only vaguely remember the words written in that old Bible. But I do know that you being kind is the first step. Be generous, help those in need, for the catalyst will come and you will meet the challenge.
Walk tall in the shadows, my little kitten. Save the world.
Love,
Mother
(A/N): my first Ladybug stuff! Yay! I have one other letter written, but have vague ideas for more than that. Thoughts?
"Vennen" is a Norwegian term of endearment given from a mother to her son. Or so the Internet told me. If you know better, let me know and I'll change it!
Oh, and the next letter will show up on Saturday.