Siege of South Castle, Winter, 5th of February, 1st year of the revolution.
Dear Margaret,
I am writing to you in the cold forbidden forrest of Winter. Even though it is January, the atmosphere was frozen and heartless, and, writing to you was the only way I could forget my surroundings, an exhausted and tired army who have been marching endlessly for days leaving trails of shattered wings and footprints of dark red blood in the pure white snow.
The Commander had ordered us to take the last castle of the Monarchs, South Castle. Looking over my camp in the branches, I can see the warm and welcoming light of the castle which lit up like a thousand fireflies in the night. I grow jealous and angry for while our comrades suffer in the snow, they are enjoying their rich and diverse food from not only Pixie Hollow but from Neverland itself. Yet, that hate was always forgotten when I think of you, the sweet smell of your hair and your kindness towards others, even when they're not worthy of your good will.
After this battle, the Commander said we can go home and live our lives the way we choose, however, instead of euphoria I have apprehension. I do not know what, but I have a voice inside me that says not to participate in the siege because when I do, a man in gold and mauve shall thunder upon me and my comrades with the might of thunder and the swift of the wind. Unfortunately, I alone must make this decision for this will never get to you on time and not even can the quickest runner, the fastest wind fairy or Nature herself can bring this to you in time.
I am sorry my dearest Margaret, but I have no time left and I must end my letter. I shall never forget you, you will always be in my heart, forever and ever.
Yours forever,
The nameless soldier