SIXTY-SIX: One Letter for 1000 Years

Arous,

You are receiving this handwritten letter because it is the most untraceable way for me to communicate with you.  I don’t know what’s important anymore and I don’t know what has happened or where I may be when you get this. But, if you have received this letter then I know that some things are happening according to a plan.

For 193 days, I hid the gift of you in my belly.  As soon as you begin growing, I could feel you.  A gaggle of poisajos – those beautiful, jeweled, giant butterflies crossed the Alippiana River and began following me.  One would sit on the window sill and watch me in school.  I would see them in the trees following me home.  It wasn’t odd to see one or two or even an occasional gaggle of poisajos in the Cusp.  But to see them every day was as unusual as it was wonderful. I knew you were more than just a gift to me then, but a gift to them as well, and even to the whole universe.

On the 193^rd day, the school nurse stared at me: she knew.  My favorite flowing dresses no longer hid you. The Nurse began quarantine papers. The Doctor told me the truth. The whole message poisajos harmonized and flutter-danced outside the Doctor’s window. 

But I ran for 79.  It wasn’t Aunt Bertha who  scared me. She had found me as a baby and cared for me. When others said I should be subject to the graceful sleep laws, she kept me. I was hers. I was afraid of them – the Amalgamese. The Amalgamese take pride in being the perfect race: a melting pot of every people born with blood, mixing and uniting, not to be tampered with.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s a fantastic melting pot of every race of human in the world.

I had followed no ordinary Amalgamese boy from the usual Amalgamese family. He was a good boy: not to say that normal Amalgamese boys aren’t good. This one was, well, especially, good. In the words of his mother: “He would never deign to associate with such a girl.” That girl was me.

He might have been good in every other way, but inside he is all lies.

They would never let me have you. They would rather burn me.  Because I was Lunese, I’d always been disfavored by the Amalgam system in the Cusp.  There I wasn’t smart as the others.  There they didn’t allow me to participate in other activities outside of school.  There they were afraid. Somewhere was a place for me but the Amalgamese had a hard time getting over the rainbow.

I bobbed and weaved for 79 days guided by the poisajos to a warm barn or a dry cave or a peaceful thicket, until the poisajos led me to the one who would deliver me back to my Aunt Bertha. Then it was too late for them to fix me.

So many of the babes that began to crawl, the Graceful Sleep laws silenced before they even learned to talk. I knew that would happen to you. I couldn’t keep you.  Aunt Bertha found me before the laws were so enforceable.  But by the time I was a very young woman, it wasn’t an individual choice but a choice that could be made by the MOTA to the Cusp.  There was one man who could help me, would help me.  He knew the boy, your father. I knew he’d recognize me. So, one day I followed the poisajos that had been following me. They led me up the steps, into the house and through the door of his Willing Room.

The Diofe was beaming, glowing all over me when I entered. I knew it would be okay. He seemed like such a shining Prince then.

But  I didn’t choose him then except for what he could give me.

My Prince Charming waited for me in the City and I ran to him. I knew he was full of lies. I couldn’t resist him. Little did I know, but neither could the whole world resist him.

As a girl, Aunt Bertha always told me stories about the Thirteen. They were only bedtime stories to me then.  Now, I know what your Father is up to, things no one would dream. But they will happen.

You were born to stop him Arous.  The things he’s planning are beyond this world and the Gray Gurad is only the beginning. This is a war between good and evil, as cliché as it sounds, it is real. You have to find him.  You have to stop him.

Arous, there are two Prince Charmings. One Prince Charming will seduce the whole world to death.  This Prince Charming is your birth father.  Never forget, he is a lie.

One day, I hope to hold you in my arms like I did the day I let you go.

        Don’t panic,

Your Mom