To you, hundreds of years in the future,

Though the monarchy is long gone, you must never forget her bravery, her strength, and her intelligence. You must never forget the manner in which she held her head, way up high. Without her, we would have nothing. Without her, the world would have burned and we would have allowed it. If I am forgotten, I will not hold onto any regrets; I am remembered by all those who I want to remember me. But do not forget her. She would never ask to be remembered and that is exactly why it is essential that she never fades, another face forgotten in years upon years of history.

You must never forget the blood that was shed, you must never forget the screams of the damned, you must never forget those who were lost in both the wars of the brain and the brawn, you must never forget the tainted path in which revolution was forged, you must never forget the crowns that shattered, nor the antagonists who tried to halt the uprising, you must never forget the tyranny, for change cannot come to be in peace, nor can it be achieved in silence, and finally, you cannot fail to remember hope and the goodness of others. It is the hopeful heroes who transform the world and it is the goodness in other people that drives us forward, no matter the crushing hate of the corrupted.

Additionally, I must apologize for my poor handwriting. Miss Chase would smack me if she read my messy, loopy handwriting, I have no doubt. However, I'm writing hastily for I must flee soon. I can already hear the footsteps pounding, but I had to write this first. I had to leave my hope for the future somewhere so that someday, someone brave enough would find it, someone who needn't fear the ugly truth of our past, someone who can accept our mistakes and recognize that change has come and that change is always coming, just beyond the horizon. I am sure that, as our world crashes down before us, people will try to twist the story and lie, so I would like to leave behind my firsthand retelling of these events. If it is not destroyed by time or enemies, hopefully historians will find my writing intriguing, perhaps it will shed light on a major historical event.

Lastly, I need to say thank you. Thank you for finding this even after I am long gone, thank you for rediscovering her legacy; she deserves to be remembered for eternity. Thank you for being unafraid and thank you for your curiosity. And finally, thank you for your forgiveness. I am only a mere mortal man and I have made my fair share of mistakes, but I have learned from it all. Thank you for not resenting me, but instead looking further, past my brethren's foolish choices and greed.

I have learned a great deal and my hope for you is that once you have finished discovering a story that was lost a long, long time ago, you too will have gained something from my story, from her story, from our story. I hope that you will share your newfound knowledge so that we as human beings can only continue to grow from here, evolving alongside our ever-changing environments and fellow men and women.

You are stronger than I am and I commend you for your bravery. I am proud that you are our future and I have no hesitancy to put the fate of our future in your hands. I know you will look after us well with all the fierce compassion in you.

If you are afraid, after learning all you have learned, do not indulge in shame. It is understandable to be afraid and if you were not afraid, you would either be lying or so inhuman that it makes me regret not concealing this note better, seeing as this note was therefore not intended for you.

A Wise Girl once told my brother and I that there is no shame in fear, only shame if we choose to be ruled by it. I shall never forget the look on her face when she said as much.

I have the honor to be with the greatest respect Your Excellency's Most obedient Servt.

P. Jackson