Dearest Diary,

I don't know how long this entry is going to be because I am struggling to put it into words. I am in absolute shock and am still trying to process everything. I've been such a mess because of what happened, I've had to tear out several pages from the Diary since my tears ended up smudging the ink and I struggled to even continue writing.

Yesterday, I received a knock at my door. When I opened it, I was met with nothing but a small basket on my doorstep. I was surprised to see that inside the basket was a tiny baby cabbit, fast asleep. They had long, fluffy ears with black and white fur, as well as big, beautiful yellow eyes. There was no doubt about it. This was Lorna's child, and my grandchild. When I went to pick up the lonesome child, I noticed that there was a letter in the bag.

I don't know how to put it into words, so instead I will write what the letter said.


To Elise,

Lorna is dead. She died moments after giving birth to her newborn son. The doctors desperately tried to revive her but nothing worked. She's gone. My wife is gone. You should be getting visitors sometime soon as the Funeral still needs to be arranged, and I'm sure a lot of her friends are going to be coming to check in on you.

I stayed at the hospital for a while until the doctors could guarantee that the baby would be safe. After a few days I ended up taking the baby home. But I swear, I could not STAND to even look at him. Everytime I looked at his face, all I would ever see was her. He has his mother's eyes and that scared me. I didn't know what to do. How could I be a father if I couldn't even look at my own baby?

I eventually decided that someone else would be better off taking care of him than I. Which is why I decided to leave him with you.

Please do not try to look for me. By the time you've read this letter, I'll have taken my belongings and left the village. I will not be returning.

I am sorry to shove all this onto you, and I'm sorry I could not protect your daughter. In time, I hope that you will understand.

Best Wishes,

Solas

PS. I have yet to name him, so you'll have to pick one for him. I couldn't let myself get too attached. I'm sorry.


My daughter is dead. And I couldn't even say goodbye. A parent should never, EVER, have to outlive their own child. And Solas could not even bother to tell me all of this in person?

How could he just dump his own son like that? You'd think that he'd want to hold them even closer now that he is all that is left of her. Well if he can't be bothered to do that, then I will. I will raise this boy and make my daughter proud. I will make sure he is the exact boy that my dear Lorna would want him to be. Once he is old enough, I will tell him all about his mother and the adventures she'd go on.

I love you so much Lorna. I could not have asked for a better daughter. I pray that somewhere, up there, you and your father can see me and your son.

We will never forget you. Never.

Elise, your loving mother