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March 2nd, 2025
Dear Miss Aurevoir,
I’m still upset that you gave me no more than a name that means “goodbye” to write you by. I must say, it makes discussing you with those around me quite difficult.
You wondered how I was doing. Well, the truth is not pretty, so I shan’t bore you with it. And yet, I must share with you something.
The feud with the Fae Queen of Ocean and Forest comes to a head, and I hope to engineer a situation such that I can finally either accept my exile or... Well. Finally accept my exile, I think, is the only real possibility. I hope she can accept it as well. By the Light, I hope to move forward, as both of us agreed was the only true solution when we last spoke.
How it pains me to admit how much of my foolishness of the last couple years is rooted in the feud. How it pains me even more that I do not believe anyone has truly done wrong. And yet, if I accept that, then...
What is left for me, I wonder? Well, I’m sure that the stars have something in mind. They guide me, as they always have. The light within reflects the light without.
I yearn for the magic I know is possible in this world. I have felt it, glimpses, tantalizing glimpses of it, into a world of possibility and wonder that I have not been able to taste since I was a child. Oh, my dear friend, I hope you too understand the magic of which I speak, the joy of curiosity, possibility, freedom from all expectation and rule, simply given in to that which allows us to be the most free that we can...
I seek it. I seek the wild magic, the powerful magic, the magic of old. Long have I traveled in search of it, desperate, hoping for a taste of it. And yet, all I find are pretenders. Misusing the name of “magic” for their own perverse ends. Tainting it with meanings of sexual pleasure and gratification. Denying the truth of pure emotion that lies beneath all we know and understand.
Miss Aurevoir, the stars call to me, and yet I can no longer hear them. I fear I have lost all that which allowed me to speak with them. Or perhaps I have allowed their voices too closely into my own mind, that I can no longer distinguish between the voice of the stars and my own.
So be it. I have done that which I must. I seek to bring life, to bring magic, back to this plane, as long as I exist on it, within it. As long as I am here, I seek to lead others to the rekindled light, that they may claim what is rightfully theirs. Not mere pleasure, not mere joy, but the overwhelming, wondrous tide of magic that has been lost. And yet. I must hope that there is a resurgence brewing, a rekindling of hope, of life, of the Light that we all once knew.
Too many are bound by the false light. I pray they cast it away and find the true Light, no matter what name they call it. I have met some who walk in the Light, who claim it to be the Light of Jesus. I have met few others who I can truly claim walk in the Light, yet perhaps it is my own darkness that keeps me from feeling theirs. My own fear that I cannot conquer, for I am at the mercies of a fate that I could have prevented only if I had not been born.
I feel as though I’ve begun waking from a long nightmare, a nightmare in which I cared for nothing and no one, only for simple excitement and a break from my dull existence. I’m sure others would never call my existence dull, and yet, the fact that they have no understanding of what it is like to be bound so tightly in order to merely walk among most mortals shows the truth.
There are those who have called me a Sorcerer, Miss Aurevoir, and the title drips with contempt from their lips. They seek to have me bound to a woman, that I might more easily be turned against the purposes of the Light. They all have sought to bind me. I will never again be bound. I will bring Death to the Deathless and raise the Lifeless up in new Life and Light. My purpose is clear. I have seen it, and felt it, and loved it.
The first hurdle, however, lies in front, in the place I once called home. May it be that I conquer my fear and allow myself to be truly exiled, to seek my own fortune, free of her influence at last. I seek to cut the ties that once bound me, and become truly alive for the first time.
My time to write this missive grows short, my dear friend. From one who follows the Light of the Stars to another who does the same, I say to you:
Ad Astra, Ex Nos