Memoirs of Adventure Creative Writing Contest (NA) - Official Entry Thread

[SkeletonCrew]

“Mailmoogle, at your service! Kupo!” A familiar, welcomed chirp, but Eorzea’s most faithful delivery service isn’t always the most reliable. Curious moogles might tear into the more tempting packages, parading it’s parcels like a well-earned trophy; The nosiest could dig through personal mail if they wanted, discarding and disregarding the intended recipient in favour of their own entertainment! One such moogle had that in mind, leaving the tattered remains of an envelope strewn across the lawn of whom it had intended to reach in one piece.

“Kupo!” The irresponsible moogle cleared his throat, and began to read the letter…

Ifri, darling, a woman after my own heart~

May this letter reach you well. The shores of the Far East are beautiful this time of year, though I crave naught more than to return to your side as quickly as I can. Seeing young lovers on these gentle roads turns me into a fool, and made me reminisce of the years we had first met. Do you recall? You seemed lost in Eorzea, an adventurer fresh off a caravan, taking her first steps into the salty, biting air of Limsa Lominsa as a fledgling arcanist. You’d tell me about your adventures, and I’d cling, maybe a bit too eagerly to every word. I watched you grow, I heard your tales, I shared what ailed you, and through the good and the bad, I looked forward each day to seeing you yet again. It reminded me that times… will get better. Even when they seem at their darkest hour. A ‘beacon of hope’ would be a cliché unworthy of how much you’ve come to mean to me, but it’s hard to say you’re not that and more to this old miqo’te. (Or, ‘mongrel’ as you so lovingly deemed me when we first met.) I remember your advice when I need it, and I look to you for inspiration, your guiding words driving me further and further to my own goals so that in their end, I may help you with yours.
Besides, you put up with me. What more could I ever ask for?
I still believe the day we first spoke wasn’t by chance, it was fate, and our Eternity Rings are proof that the Twelve haven’t abandoned us just yet! As each year turns, I’m still reduced to an eager, purring kitten in the time we spend together. And soon - quite soon, I hope! - the home we’ll share in the Lavender Beds will radiate with the afterglow of your companionship.

Safe journeys to the First and back, and may you forever walk in the light of the crystal,
C’rik Tia

...naughty moogles. In the end, the letter had been jammed haphazardly into it’s proper post box!

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◘((Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. The memory I hold the closest to me is probably a bit overdone, but through Final Fantasy 14, I bonded with who is now the most important person of my life. ♥ I owe so much more than a simple ‘thank you’ to this game.))

◘((If selected, I would like the Mandragora Choker, please!))

[himealaya]

To you, my love,

Not a day goes by that I don’t miss you. That day at Ghimlyt Dark still haunts me while I sleep. Your side of the bed feels empty without your warmth, and I find myself missing you more and more with every day.

Do you remember that day, the day we got married? Beneath the stars on the only clear night in Ishgard. I remember it clearly, the way you held my hand, the way that you looked under the stars. There’s nothing about that day that I would change, only that I want to relive it again now that I am without you.

Raubahn has said he’d prefer me to a hundred soldiers. It’s burned into my memory. Am I nothing more than their weapon? This feeling haunts me, that I am disposable. The savior of Eorzea, the Warrior of Light, nothing more than a tool to be used.

The world while you sleep moves on. News from the frontline comes to my room in Foundation, no news of the scions or their state. Like them, you sleep soundly, unaware.

The calling has grown stronger, strong enough to have met with the one in question. Surrounded by stars I didn’t recognize, I wonder if where you are the stars are different as well. I hope you’re safe, alive and well even where I can’t protect you.

It pains me to not leave this letter for you when you wake, on your bedside table in the event you return while I am gone. It feels impersonal, like you are not even there. I sometimes sit at your bedside hoping you wake. I long to see your smile, to return to something simple. There’s no way that would happen, even if I pray it might. I’ve never quite been one for religion, but for you I’d try and try again.

I hold on to this, in hopes on the First that we can meet again. Ever of stalwart soul, I rewrite stars so that we may be brought together again.

Orion

( noble barding! )