September 30, 3678 BCE
Athens, Greece

Dear Mother,
This is thee, your daughter. I do so hope thy is well, wherever thy is, Papa says thy is above, but I still thinks thee is with us.

Papa has been saddened by thy's parting, and he has been constantly ill. I does not know what to do any more. Every day he grows worse. He misses thee dearly.

Dreams have plagued my sleep. Bad dreams. They tell of the time when our world will be close to doom. There is a silly man who I have met in these visions. He wields a golden spear that glows with blue energy and is as stubborn as Mae's mule!

What does thy think, Mother? I do so hope for the nightmares to fade, as they grow more vivid with each passing night.

I must go help Papa, for he has started coughing again.

October 19, 3678 BCE Athens

Dear Mother,
Father has left us.

December 27, 3683 BCE Athens

Dear Mother,
I have not written to thee for over two years, but after much hard work, I am finally able to provide for myself.

I have met such a handsome young man. His name is Jacob, Prince Jacob of Mongolia. He has dark brown hair and such brilliant blue eyes! Oh, how thy wish thee could meet him!

January 14, 3684 BCE Athens

Dear Mother,
The most excitable thing has happened! Jacob and I are to be wed in a week! His parents are so charming and caring!

Jacob is calling, I must return to him.

January 24, 3684 BCE Home

Dearest Mother,

Such great things have happened in the past week! Now that I have wed Jacob, we are trying for a child. Queen Christina thinks I too young, but King Charles thinks me at the best age to bear a son. But, secretly, if I and Jacob were to have a child, we would both pray for a beautiful little daughter. Wherever you are Mother, know I would name her Elizabeth.

March 3, 3684 BCE Home

Dear Mother,

Something dreadful has happened. My visions have grown in severity and Jacob is worried for my and our child's welfare, and I am going to confessions in hope my sins are the cause of these nightmares.

March 5, 3684 BCE Home

Dear Mother, Forgive me for my shaky script, but today, during my confessions, I was called upon to see the Oracle. She was sent a vision.

I am to save the world from a terrible evil.

Sworn to secrecy, I am forbidden to speak of it, but now, Jacob will never see his firstborn child, not even know where we will be going. In three days, I must go through a special ceremony even I was not given details of.

I must go and prepare for these trying times.

Dear Mother,

I must hurry, before the tonic takes my consciousness. The ceremony went on without delay. I was given a new name. One that other people wouldn't know. I lost Abigail, and now I am Lucilia. Lucilia La Fae. They stole my faith in the Olympic gods and baptized me, Mother.

My christened name and body feels horribly wrong. But this ceremony also requires another great sacrifice. I cannot take little Elizabeth with me. She will never see the light, nor feel the wind. I was given a tonic, made of jasmine, nutmeg, ginger, fennel, lemon, parsley, and poppy. It will put me into a deep sleep, and it will seem I have passed. But it will also take Lizzie from me. Wake will I not, only when the man of my nightmares frees me.

I am saying goodbye for a very long time, mother, do tell Jacob I love him.

Lucy