A letter to Poultryman

To poultry and all who it may concern


Oh wow. I never thought I'd end up writing this. I mean, sure I've been looking for a cure to what has befallen Sunny for years now, but still. Who ever thinks they are going to sit down and write a letter explaining why they sacrificed themselves to free a young soul?

Argh, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me explain.

It started when it was a month after I turned twelve. My mother finally had the child we were waiting for, and she named him Sunny. A adorable little thing, the first noise he made was to giggle at the nurse.

He brought the first true happiness my family has seen for such a long time. But in my universe, if something happens to the mother, the child is given to a sister/daughter instead of a father or something.

Thats why I ended up, at thirteen, cradling the hardly one year old Sunny in my arms. My mother had lost her fight with cancer, and my father finally disowned me for a number of reasons.

But Yassen decided to come with us, good thing to, her street skills are why I'm still alive. I was sixteen when it happened. The anti-bodyleapers movement. They tracked down Yassen, Sunny and I very quickly.

They sent us into a different universe. Yours.

Something about the transfer screwed with Yassens head and well... you know. But Sunny was turned into a duck, without any memory of anything.

I had never felt so lost before, even when Pa kicked me out. I was on the verge of ending it when main/original found me.

She had been selling swords and food when she spotted me. She very quickly took pity on me and took to her "lair" if it can even be called that. I told her of my past and started crying at some point, but she distracted me by rambling about microwaves, stealth modes, and plots. She let me into her mind (I was stuck in a computer at the moment).

Then String happened, and here I am now. After so long of digging up old spells, I found a spell that will bring Sunny back. At a c̸o̴s̵t̴. I have to give up my l̷i̵f̴e̸. I'm crying now, n̷e̴t̶h̶e̶r̸ gods, I don't want to l̵e̶a̵v̷e̴ you guys!

//Legit starting crying at this point, even if I know how it ends\\

I'm so s̴o̵r̶r̶y̴! gods I'm so s̶e̴l̵f̷i̴s̴h̴ I'm shattering all of y̶o̵u̷ into little p̵i̵e̸c̵e̴s̵  just to bring my '̵s̶o̸n̴'̵ back! 

Tell Yassen I'm sorry, tell Jingler I regret not talking more, tell Ary I loved her, tell Azeal that she became a 'sibling' to me, tell Override I snuck my punch recipe into their pocket, tell Barrow I wish I could have flown with them, tell Pidge to shelter the spark that is her soul, tell Sally that she should never change... And tell everyone I might have missed that I loved them.

I'm coming close to the bottom of my paper now, so I guess I should write down my final wishes.

I want Sally to have my ducks and coup. If she wants she can raise Sunny as well. I want Ary to have my recipe book, it has some really good ones I think she'll like. I want Barrow to have the contents of my library, it contains many spell books. I want Azeal to have the bunker itself, I think it'll come in handy. Poultry, I want you to have the history books highlighting the universe I came from and the gem set.

If I somehow live, all of these are obviously retracted.

I'm running out of room now. I just wanted to say to every single person I've cared for here, or if they've cared for me, that I love you all and I'm so, so sorry.

signing off for the last time,

                                                            Duckwoman

//don't worry, I'm gonna live. When the vote went down, A. won, so Duck goes into a coma for two weeks afterwards (no avoiding it)\\

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