Author's note: I apologize in advance, I was too lazy to html this.
Letters to Vox
by Knight Hunter
Dear Vox,
It was only a year ago that Alexander came, and brought you to the surface. I am still young, so I hadn't forgotten most of your language.
I am starting this for you. You say that you are a time capsule, something designed to collect and keep our history for all time. This is my history for you, so that you can tell others about me someday.
My name is Nena, I am thirteen years old. I have no family, and I am the last of my people. My real home is far away from this village. My people were a race of Eloi called the To'crec, or the forest dwellers. The land where I was born was called Cren. It was a great forest then, but the Morlocks destroyed it ten years ago. I don't know the cause of the massacre, but I have never seen anything like it, and I pray I will never see anything like it again. It is now called Sor'cren, or the land of the dead.
I look like the To'crec in appearance. Unlike the bronzed Seneloi, or the cliff dwellers you have been familiar with, I have pale olive skin, dark grey eyes, and straight black hair. Recently, I talked Kalen into cutting it in the same length as Alexander's hair. Even though it wasn't the way I wanted it, I think the short uneven cut suits me. I have a thin scar across my face. I am completely blind in my right eye because of the injury that caused the scar. I have many other scars on my body, but I hide them with many layers of clothing. I am not ashamed of my scars, but I hate the way that people look when they see them.
Other than you, my only friends in the village are Kalen and Reka. I feel close to Alexander. He is like me. He has no family, and he is the last of his kind. I was frightened of him at first. It was after he rescued Kalen, and then Kalen's sister from the Morlocks, that I attempted to speak to him. From that time on, he became my family, a kindred spirit. I offered for him to live with me, which he accepted. I know he would prefer to live with Mara and Kalen, but Toren wouldn't stand for it.
I spend my mornings with you, and I learn all that I can. I want to be as wise as you someday. I know you have told me that it is impossible for me to know everything, but I can try. I try because I want to know of more ways to protect myself and this village. I fear the day other Morlocks arrive.
I spend the rest of day with Osina, the village tailor. I am her apprentice. The first garment I made was a green vest for Kalen. He wears it everyday. I think I will make him a red coat for the change of season. I am making Alexander new clothing, for his other clothes are begining to wear. I am making him coat in blue, I made the dye special. It took me an entire day, but I made a blue just like his eyes. As a result of my work, my arms are blue up to my elbows. I hope it goes away soon. I eat my morning and midday meals with Kalen and Reka, but I eat my evening meal with Alexander and Seren.
I must stop writing now. I hope this is enough.
Nena
Letters to Vox
by Knight Hunter
Dear Vox,
It was only a year ago that Alexander came, and brought you to the surface. I am still young, so I hadn't forgotten most of your language.
I am starting this for you. You say that you are a time capsule, something designed to collect and keep our history for all time. This is my history for you, so that you can tell others about me someday.
My name is Nena, I am thirteen years old. I have no family, and I am the last of my people. My real home is far away from this village. My people were a race of Eloi called the To'crec, or the forest dwellers. The land where I was born was called Cren. It was a great forest then, but the Morlocks destroyed it ten years ago. I don't know the cause of the massacre, but I have never seen anything like it, and I pray I will never see anything like it again. It is now called Sor'cren, or the land of the dead.
I look like the To'crec in appearance. Unlike the bronzed Seneloi, or the cliff dwellers you have been familiar with, I have pale olive skin, dark grey eyes, and straight black hair. Recently, I talked Kalen into cutting it in the same length as Alexander's hair. Even though it wasn't the way I wanted it, I think the short uneven cut suits me. I have a thin scar across my face. I am completely blind in my right eye because of the injury that caused the scar. I have many other scars on my body, but I hide them with many layers of clothing. I am not ashamed of my scars, but I hate the way that people look when they see them.
Other than you, my only friends in the village are Kalen and Reka. I feel close to Alexander. He is like me. He has no family, and he is the last of his kind. I was frightened of him at first. It was after he rescued Kalen, and then Kalen's sister from the Morlocks, that I attempted to speak to him. From that time on, he became my family, a kindred spirit. I offered for him to live with me, which he accepted. I know he would prefer to live with Mara and Kalen, but Toren wouldn't stand for it.
I spend my mornings with you, and I learn all that I can. I want to be as wise as you someday. I know you have told me that it is impossible for me to know everything, but I can try. I try because I want to know of more ways to protect myself and this village. I fear the day other Morlocks arrive.
I spend the rest of day with Osina, the village tailor. I am her apprentice. The first garment I made was a green vest for Kalen. He wears it everyday. I think I will make him a red coat for the change of season. I am making Alexander new clothing, for his other clothes are begining to wear. I am making him coat in blue, I made the dye special. It took me an entire day, but I made a blue just like his eyes. As a result of my work, my arms are blue up to my elbows. I hope it goes away soon. I eat my morning and midday meals with Kalen and Reka, but I eat my evening meal with Alexander and Seren.
I must stop writing now. I hope this is enough.
Nena