To My Truly Beloved,
I have loved you since the first day I saw you in the Manticore
Nursery group. I will always love you, Ameus.
No, Supreme Commander Cronos Rea. That's who you are now.
But I love you all the same. Once you come of age,
We can be married and then we will become the next
Supreme Officers and we could free our World from Apollo.
I promise, Cronos, my love-I will always stand by your side.
I will not rest when you are upset nor will I let anyone hurt you.
You are my heart, my soul, my world and I will never let you go.
I wrote this book for you.
I had a feeling that you would forget our World,
That you'd forget me. I had to do this.
I couldn't live if you didn't remember me, so this is also
An act of selfishness. If you forgot me, I think that
I'd be torn to pieces. I couldn't stand it if I was completely
Bleached from your memory and that would be far worse torture
Than watching you live your life without me while you get hurt to your core.
My Beloved Shadow, I give you what I looked like then and now.
I will protect you forever and that is no lie. Stay away from
The man who claims to be me. He is not me and he will kill you for your powers.
I will always love you.
Never Forget Me.
MORVA OF MIMAS MOON BASE
Hotaru looked at the letter then flipped to the pictures behind it. The first one was of Morva-the Morva she had drawn years ago. And the second picture was of him now. His hair was cut short on the sides, longer on the top and extra long whisps that reached his shoulders. He had the scars still and a war torn look to his body. He now wore all black, in leather pants, jacket and fingerless, motorcycle boots, and a spandex shirt. He had wrap around sunglasses pushed to the top of his head. God, he was still good looking even under all those scars and tortured look.
And that meant the Morva she had been spending time with wasn't her Morva. Then it had to be Apollo, or some copy that wasn't quite up to snuff with Apollo's thoughts and intentions. Hotaru folded up the pictures and the letter, tucking them back in the back of the book. She put her book in her bag and stood, walking away.