Dear mother
The world is so cold and uncaring. Not just the climate in this frozen part of the Korcari wilds, but the atmosphere too. I have seen other humans, mother, the ones you warned me about. Told me that they would want to kill me should they see me, but I am not sure. 'Tis was a family, mother, and they had a child. How come she looks happy? How come she smiles? You made me kill that girl when I asked why her mouth looked so cheerful.
You claim that I have the soul of an old god, you say 'tis important. I am the heir, raised from the ashes of the blight. I think you probably hate me, because I am me and not whoever you wished I would be. Your son, the arcane warrior with the soul of a archdemon turned into this useless flesh, my flesh. A mage like yourself, shapeshifter like yourself, your daughter. But I'm not who you wanted, who you risked everything for, who you sacrificed your love for my father for. I think you must hate me very much, occasionally I even understand you.
You make me laugh, telling me the stories of grandmother Flemeth. Telling me that I should be grateful I have you raising me, rather than her. How she left you almost incapable of loving. That is when I giggle; I have to at that one word, almost. You are incapable of loving, but I never tell you that. You tell me how Flemeth was going to kill you and take your body for her own. At least you will never do that or so you say. I don't know if I believe you.
You have left me incapable of loving too. I don't trust anything or anyone. Not even you. I don't hate you, because you gave me life but that doesn't mean that my life or even my childhood is yours. I can never be yours. I am my own. You killed your own mother, what is stopping you from killing your daughter? I'm sometimes so scared of you; you are the only thing that scares me on this plane.
That is why I have to kill you, dear mother. To continue this cycle of daughter killing mother. I will be fine, don't you worry about me. I am smarter than you and braver than my Warden father.
AN: Dear daughter is the other part to this story.