December 24th, Year 1486 in the year of our lord Glabados
It's been some time since that day…
The day when she sacrificed everything to save us. Her blood given up to salvage us from the eternal darkness of slavery that we were destined for.
High Priest Funeral was with us as well, on that day. He had perished at the hands of the corrupt Shrine Knights; now resurrected by the power of the great sacrifice, he had removed the heretic's name from all of our souls. Heh…as if he really had the power to do so. He's merely a man; a man who believes he has true power. Power comes at a cost; a cost of your conscience, of your life, of your friends. I've witnessed that first hand now.
What Reis had done…was beyond the call of duty. I would have never done that myself, let alone other, lesser men; to sacrifice one's own soul, one's own life and afterlife to bind another into eternal captivity…that was a burden far too much for one as noble of heart as her.
She knew few of the prisoners.
Yet she still saved them.
Both of them, bound in one crystal,
One fate, one conflict for eternity.
I held that stone, while it was still warm in her blood; the blood that spurted profusely from the mortal wound she inflicted upon herself. I could hear her suffering, her anguish and her pain; though the stone was silent, I can still hear her thoughts. I also felt the burning rage, the fiery hatred and the blazing fury of the other locked within the crystal, struggling to get out, fighting the unyielding barrier. It was…comparable to a heretic's torture.
Today I bring that letter, though little it means now; that letter you had been waiting for, that letter of freedom. The removal of the heresy against your name. Even though there's no body in the grave, I still hope that you're not harmed in any way.
I leave the note at your tomb, though little it means now; a little parting gift for a task too great. A red rose I leave as well, to mark our union. Today was meant to be our wedding, planned years ago; delayed by my death, and now by yours. Life is strange, isn't it…
Your swords, Soultaker and Liberator, grieve for you as well…though they may be inanimate objects, I can feel the sadness and emptiness every time I hold their handles. It's as though there's no fire within them, none of that fire that I saw when you used them. Come to think of it, I don't understand how you can bear to use Soultaker; the screams of a thousand dead fill my ears when I grasp the hilt, and a thousand more agonised groans when I slay another creature.
I shall leave those swords locked within the cabinet of your belongings within my house, in the hope that you shall rise again; though little it may be, I've known you for long enough that some strange things may happen. Like when I felt the presence of a dragon within you every time I kissed you; I got too used to it, and when I thought I was kissing you in the darkness, it was a real, living, little dragon. Oh, the times we had.
In Lionel I shall wait for you;
Forever shall I long for you.
Never shall your
memories leave me;
Lest I feel the stings of a thousand bees.
Yours sincerely,
A soldier forever faithful to your words.