|Letters Never Sent
Author: DarkAngelz200 PM
We all knew that Black Maggie, Conn's mother was dead. Or did we? What if she was still alive but only left to protect her only son from the evils surrounding him? What if she just wanted to let him know she was still there? R&R Will Resume Soon!Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - Conn & Black Maggie - Chapters: 12 - Words: 16,627 - Reviews: 35 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 02-26-13 - Published: 01-24-10 - id: 5692697
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I have only one thing to say at this point.
I Do Not Own The Magic Thief, all the praise goes to the amazing Sarah Prineas!
Letter number twenty seven and a half.
I pushed the piece of paper away with my hands. I just couldn't do it, I couldn't finish what I was writing and I knew I would never be able to send it to him. I've been trying since I escaped the Twilight when I was supposed dead. My hands became fists as I thought about the day that I was betrayed by the one person I thought still loved me.
I centred myself again before grabbing the piece of paper and setting myself to at least write something, anything that could relieve the pain I felt every once in a while when I thought of him. Careful not to smudge any of the ink I tried my best to continue writing my letter.
You were never alone, even in the dark streets I NEVER left you alone. I've heard recent news about Crowe finally being exiled. At least now that's one less thing I have to worry about whenever I think of you,
That's as far as I could get right now, I'd written enough for the day. I got up from my chair and paced the length of the small room. I rarely stayed in a place any longer than a year it was best not to be known by too many people in my mind. I kept my mind on thinking; thinking about him was my top concern since the day I'd left him.
I knew he was being taken care of by that wizard Nevery; sure as sure he would keep him as safe as he possibly could. But, the boy always found more than a hundred ways to get into trouble or to get hurt, though through most of those times his intentions were good.
He would need to know someday that many things were as they seemed right now. Then again, when would be the right time to let him know I'm still here, that Crowe hadn't had me murdered?
Letter number twenty seven and three quarters.
I can't tell you where I am. Who knows if you'll be the first to read this and I can't chance it falling into the hands of minions and finding out where I'm hiding. This time I could be killed for real, and I can't leave so soon without you knowing I'm still here. Don't worry though, I trust that Nevery will take as good care of you as I could, I'll be seeing you. You just have to promise you'll wait...and not get yourself into trouble again.
I dropped my pen and took a couple steps back. I always hated finishing up my letter and then being too much of a coward to even send it off to him. I wonder if one day I'll have nearly a hundred letters I'd meant to send to him, maybe he'll read them all maybe he'll never get a chance to receive them. I slumps down in my chair and cross my arms across my chest. I'm aware I'm acting like a child but even adults have their moments when they just wanna stop being so mature.
Then again, I was never known to a very mature kind of women.
No, you could say I was the sneaky kind. I was a kind of thief in the Twilight and I enjoyed it. I can't honestly say I feel bad for what I stole, okay maybe I can but back then I needed to survive and afterwards I had another life on my hands. I let myself at the memory of those times, things were still good and I hadn't suspected my own brother of anything at the time a new life was coming into the world.
As of right now, I was a bit more paranoid he would find me. So long as he was still living in the Twilight, I didn't have to worry about being found by that sick, twisted being that is sadly a human among us all. I sat crossed-legged and kept thinking about where I wanted to get to next. Not too close towards Wellmet, just in case Crowe is hiding somewhere close to there. I sighed very loudly, not caring if anyone hear me it's not like this is any of their business they had better things to do then listen to some women complain all day.
This, if I can add this in, is not what I do all day.
Letter number twenty seven and four quarters.
Be careful, I don't need your no good uncle trying to murder you. I could never live with myself if he even touched you one more time. I can't stress enough the importance that you try and keep yourself safe. You have my personality and in this kind of situation it won't get you much help. Just promise you'll stay safe.
There I'd done it!
I finished the letter; now all I needed to do was send it off. I walked over to the corner of the room and opened up my satchel and took out the last twenty six pieces of paper. I said I'd send all of these at one time or another. I sighed and grabbed m satchel and put it on the desk. I quickly cleaned up my ink and pen so none of it would end up spilling, thus making all my letters unreadable and completely pointless.
I sighed again for maybe the hundredth time tonight and slipped the letter in with the rest of them. I grabbed my ink and pen and fixed them so they wouldn't rub against my papers. I really would need to send him at least one of these letters. All of them would give him reassurance that I was still alive. I just shook my head of all it's nonsense clutter, I'd been spending way too much time thinking of Crowe and what he was doing instead of thinking about where I was heading next.
I took out my map and leaned against the wall of my room. I wanted to head near Wellmet, but at the same time keep my distance just in case of anything. Where to go though, is what I kept asking myself. I found a place close enough to Wellmet but still far away enough to take cover for a while.
I was going to a place called Danivelle, after then forest and before Desh.
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