A/N: The short letter(s) you are about to view were written by various demigods, mortals, gods, and other mythical deities and are extremely confidential, with all purposes to be sent. Sadly (or maybe not) the letters were never received.
Disclaimer: This is not my idea, but I have gotten permission from the fabulous gethsemane342 to publish this. Oh and for last chapter I do not own the people Rachel would have befriended or Duchesne.
Word Usage Help: Ye is equivalent to you. Thy is equivalent to your. Thee is equivalent to me, my, or I.
Dear Heracles,
Ye may go down as a legend but ye were nothing but a coward. Heracles, ye have taken (or thee should say stolen) thee life. Tell me please why had thy bestowed such an act? Ye were kind and thee believed of a great heart that lived within thy soul. Tell thee where hast that great charmer gone to?
Recall the day where ye had trodden onto the perfect confines of the Garden so keenly. Ye were intrigued by the beauty of the environment and the beauty of thee. Ye were so innocent standing there, pleading for help from thee. Thee could not resist- ye promised such great things. So thee had fallen under an enthralling spell by the goddess of love herself.
Whilst thee knew of such great dangers of exile that would be embedded on thee if thee was caught, but ye assured thou how the two of us would be wedded when ye retrieved that apple. Thee sisters were right; thee is a fool for falling for ye. Ye were treacherous as Hades himself.
Thee hast lovest ye so tremendously, thee had given ye thee immortality from thee mother, who no longer knows of thee as a daughter but an infatuated lost lover, as a weapon to last for our children's generations . Ye had accepted such a fair gift and ran from Landon, whom ye called a beast, but ye had not known how gentle and loving- more loving than ye, could be.
Thee haven't seen ye since. Thee knowest what thy tricks ye played were. Ye did terrible things to thee family. Ye are a traitor with trickery embroidered ever so in thy blood. Thee wished thee hast never seen thy charismatic aura of ye.
Thee hast now the dangers of love. And with broken heart, thee will live forever and ye will die a coward. Ye could never commit to any of thy wives nor thee. Artemis and the Hunters embraced thee scorned heart and shone light towards my cause.
Thee will no longer fear for thee heart or death- not that it was a factor before ye had made thy presence in the Garden. If anything to have be feared it would be thy soul but thee have not a care.
Farewell Heracles, it has been good pleasure of writing these words. Thee will warn ye that thee bow always has an arrow left to pierce ye heart, yet not in the same way Eros had done to thee.
Keep thy guard aware,
Zoƫ Nightshade
A/N: Take it into consideration these are supposed to be short. Feedback? Something I should work on? I'm now taking requests for future letters, so please spill your wishes.
You know you love me,
Bianca
