Dear Rhisereld, :: People who live in this house know what’s going on between us. In fact, all throughout Aegis, somehow, people know who I am. They’ve heard of my tale. They’ve heard of you. How I fought for you. Rhisereld. I want you to be happy, that’s not selfishness. I’ve saved your life, yet I’m not a hero. I’ll tell you why. In those months of you serving Iblees, I’ve been fighting long and hard for you. I left my house, went out to the wild, and stayed out there until you returned. This home, is where I stayed. An island, 5 by 5 island. See what it’s become? A glorious structure! Yet… not so much recently thanks to the undead. And my room of course which is now burning. I’m getting ahead of myself. Dear, people think I’m over emotional. Maybe I am. That’s why I’m not a hero. Because I expected something out of fighting for you. You know what that is? I wanted you. I wanted all of you. Safe and sound. I questioned myself while you were here with Natheus… Why not me? Why am I not that man she’s holding onto? Why can’t I be in that position? The answer will never be clear… but obviously, whatever Natheus did, he risked his life more for you than I did. That’s saying a lot. Good job, Natheus. Natheus won your heart. He’s such a lucky man. I’m happy for him despite the things he’s done. Another reason I’m not a hero: I can’t confront you and say this to your face. I’m weak. If I try, I will grow nervous and speechless. You know me better than anyone else. And I hate to disappear like this. I’m not seeking your attention anymore my friend. That doesn’t change how I feel about you. But I’ll leave you alone. I’m only in the way. Enjoy what’s left of this home. I’ve fixed up your room as much as I could. My job here is done, you’re protected and safe. The cobblestone may not be your favourite, but I had too much of it to count. If you still want to live here, that is. I simply feel that, I shouldn’t have left without leaving a book, or a reason I left. Again: I went underground knowing you’re safe and sound. Mission complete. I can be on my way to… whatever it is I do. You know all the times I followed you, concerned… wanted you back? I don’t want you doing the same to me. Not that you would…-And i’m not hinting that I want you to, please don’t. This is selfish of me. I’m a selfish elf! Just put that in your mind and stick with it. I’m weak, selfish, and ignorant. I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m not- :: *this page has been torn out* :: :: :: :: :: :: :: them finally. This hurts. So badly. But you don’t need to know that. Just remember how selfish and rotten I am for wanting such a wonderful, beautiful, and inspiring girl, but can’t have her. I’ve burnt my room. As you can see, I’m growing a strange attraction to fire. Yes it is nice, nice indeed… It reminds me of destruction, what my life is made of. ((you’re completely convinced Alethion has gone totally emo while reading this.)) Let’s go over what we’ve learned today, Rhisereld. I’m weird, I’m selfish, don’t look for me, hope Natheus can save your life as well as I did. Not to brag… *some erased writing here…. more erased writing…………………* Well Rhisereld, I think I’ve made myself clear and hopefully you have a better understanding of… everything. I know you probably think my poems are stupid and weak. They are still from my heart. My last poem, here it goes: :: *this page has been torn out* :: :: :: :: :: :: :: *this page has also been torn out* :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: *this page, yet again, torn out.* :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: *there’s nothing left of this book.* :: :: :: ::