I’ve never been so good with letters, so I had my friend help me put this together.

You remember how it was, when we were kids? Days when we was each other’s only mate, roughhousing in the cavern or racing in the hot desert sun. Always wanted to beat you at sommat. Never could, though—I was just your kid sister, always trailing behind. I was happy anyroad. I’d be right as long as I could follow your back.

And it was the same way when we finally met up again. Every place you wrote about, I went to see with my own eyes. I wish I could’ve told you more about it. About people I met, or battles I fought.

Could’ve learnt more about what you were up to as well. Can’t imagine how much amazing stuff you saw. My brother, a Warrior of Light, and you even got the same visions I did. Following your back like always, I guess. You and me fighting side by side, turning back the tide at Velodyna, it was like a dream.

And then the tower fell and woke me up.



Can’t tell you how much time I spent crying. We’d just got back together, Richard. You were the only family I had left! I know life’s never been fair to us, but this time I can’t accept it. Spent five bleeding years never once giving up hope you’d turn up. Even when people said you were just another lost in the Calamity, I told them they were wrong every single time.

So how come I can’t just be the one who’s wrong this time? When it happened, I was wishing, hoping you’d turn up again. That maybe you got put in a rift again and you’d show up in five years. But I know that won’t happen this time. They found your body this time.

Sometimes, I thought to myself, if you were the Warrior of Light, maybe things would be different. Maybe you’d still be fighting, off on some distant battlefield but alive and safe. You know, he’s a hero to the Resistance, and to me as well, but he’s not my hero.

My hero made me dinner when da was too busy. My hero played with me when I was lonely. My hero stuck up for me when I got picked on. My hero told the best worst jokes and was the only person I knew who could eat more than I could.

I’m still wearing the armor you gave me, and I took up your gloves, too. They’re a bit big, but I’ll get used to them.



I’m not writing to ask you why. I won’t keep crying, and I don’t want you to worry over me anymore. I just need you to know that I saw it to the end, to the gates of Ala Mhigo. We won, Richie. We finally won! And I may not know where my journey’s going next, but I’ll keep you with me and make my own path.

On my hands. In my heart.

I won’t walk alone,

A Sister of the Fist

(Thank you for reading! If chosen, I'd like Noble Barding for my alt, Valerie Voss on Mateus)