Dearest Mari,
Mari, Mari, quite unordinary, how does your little town grow? With the Creator's will, and the Hero's help, my town will flourish again.
I've written this letter to warn you of dangers Miss Mari. There are things coming that need preparation and timing. I know, that I have not given you warning the last times, but this preparation is needed. My world is dying Mari. Yes, the Creator's world is dying. In due time, Wilfre will come out of hiding, and try to take advantage of my world falling apart while I try to make it right again.
Do not panic. Do not give up hope. You have believed in me when no one else will, I am going to believe in you when no one else will. Remember this. Wilfre doesn't believe in the things that you do, and it's my fault. What happened to Wifre... was meant to be.
I want you to make a small band of villagers. A small army if you will. I want you to have the following Raposa in said army; Jowee, yourself, Mike, Heather, and Isaac. They will follow your guidance without opposing. If they ever wonder why you called them together, show them this letter. They'll understand then.
Be prepared every day of waiting. I can not see into the future, but, I have strong feelings that what is going to happen will happen soon. Every day I grow in fear of my Raposa, and of Wilfre. Some days, I refuse to eat or sleep in worry. No amount of music can sooth my stress. It will happen, and when it does I will draw the Hero for you. For now, join together and live each day as your last. Take my advice Mari, your faith in me is as large as my faith for you. I will never leave you without warning.
