Alexus's Point of View
The following day, my body was sore. I had done well, and Papa had taken me to an ice cream parlor, just as he said he would. Since it was time, I opened the next letter from Mama.
Dear Alexus,
Today, I wanted to tell you a bit about what I went through after my mother died. My father didn't give me much time to grieve. A week later, I went into training to be a soldier to help defend our people against the elves. Though I was trained in many weapons, my weapon of choice was twin daggers. You didn't know this, but I had those knives with me at our home. Myka had brought them from my home world, and I am grateful to her for doing so. Having them around made me feel I could keep you safe if I needed to. Of course, I never needed to use them after leaving Pixie Hollow- thank goodness.
I hope you will never have to use any weapons to defend yourself, but it may be wise to be prepared. I wonder, even now, if I have done the right thing by avoiding teaching you anything about weapons. I always knew you would need to learn someday, but I also knew I didn't have much time left. I wanted my time with you to be happy, and so I chose to avoid it.
I know that the life you live will not be easy. I hope you can find ways to still enjoy every day you are given. I love you, Alexus.
Mama
I thought it strange that Mama wrote about weapons and made it for me a day after I started learning. I set the letter back in the envelope and looked up to see Papa in the doorway. "Good morning, Papa," I greeted.
Papa smiled. "Good morning, Alexus. I thought I'd come to see how you were doing today."
"I'm sore," I replied.
"Eventually, your body will adjust. For now, you may rest and do as you please for the day. We'll resume training when you're feeling better," Papa mentioned.
"Papa, can I ask you something?" I requested.
"I believe you just did," Papa remarked, taking a seat next to me on my bed and wrapping his arm around me.
"Did Mama know what to write through magic?" I wondered. It seemed like too great of a coincidence.
"Why would you ask that?" Papa wondered.
"Mama wrote about having her knives with her to protect me and how she was training to be a soldier when she was young. It just seems strange that she would have me read about that a day after I started learning how to use them," I explained.
"That makes sense. She was an insight-talent fairy. The only insight-talent fairy. I remember being attracted to her partially for her talent and how she used it. It didn't allow her to fully predict the future, but she had a certain knowing of what sort of thing would happen. She described it as an urge to go about things a certain way," Papa explained.
I tried to wrap my brain around what he was saying. "I don't get it."
"Perhaps you'll understand when you're older," Papa chuckled.
Tara Mccann: I'm glad that you liked it. I didn't want to do that too soon, but I thought that two months might be enough time.