My dearest Peter you may think the only reason I hate you so is because you chopped my hand off, but your wrong. My hatred comes before that, you took your mother from me. Your mother was wonderful, she was a fairy who became a pirate. I hurt her and almost killed her. We made up and she was banished from her home, because she wanted to be with me. With her alchemy she was able to change into a human size fairy we married after a few years, we were happy.
Until that day she got pregnant with you, Fairies aren't born the way humans are. She suffered throughout the pregnancy, when it was time for you to be born she was in the worst pain ever. The last thing I heard from her was her pain filled screams, I didn't get too say goodbye to her. I couldn't raise you after what happened so I carried you to the Indians for them to raise you, but you were raised by fairies.
You look somewhat like your mother Peter mostly your ears. I wish you could of met her. Zarina always loved you even in pain. I put flowers on her grave still one day I hope you will too. One day I hope I'll see you again in death my dear Zarina my beautiful wife.