By Shanana 17 Comments
Dear Ms. Isadora Lebeau
You don’t know who I am; though I’ve held you in my arms, once maybe twice. We’ve met on one inglorious occasion, but who I am to you; and you me is no secret. I am your mother; and if you are ever given the chance to read this epistle, then you should be well aware of my demise.
Isadora I loved you more than you can ever imagine; as my first and only child, I exercised some extreme methods to keep you safe; but fate has found you. The life your father and I lived has befallen upon you, and even though we are not here to provide the guidance you need; understand that the greatest tool you have empowering you; is your mind.
You are not some ordinary woman to be taken advantage of, you are a knightfall; you WILL carry yourself with the grace and poise of Ellie. You are not some novice in the field of combat; you are a Liafador and will carry yourself with the ruthlessness of Zeon.
I respect what you have done with your life up to this point mija, if you choose to be with Charlemagne, then be with Charlemagne; but do no assist him because He commands it; assist him on your own free will.
I implore you to take the challenge I took; be a mother in a world that wants you dead. Remain vibrant in a room full of scavengers, be a Dinosaur on an Earth full of ants. The greatest of these challenges will be to be the little girl, your father and I hoped you’d grow up to be; strong and influential in a way that you saw fit.
Mercy is your voice of wisdom, no matter what you do; she shall be your spine; protect your spine; because it is your support.I hope to be reunited with you many years from now; until then I will watch your adventures and accolades from a far. I love you so much.