Letter to Versi (#8)
(Written during the debates - before the fighting started!)
Versi,
I’m such a fool.
You said my past was too painful, too dangerous, to remember. And I believed you. All this time you have been telling me that you were protecting me, keeping me safe. But from what? There’s no one left in Thylea who remembers me enough to hurt me! No one except you.
The horn showed me memories. Of you. Of us. Of things I should remember from the past 500 years but just… don’t.There are so many gaps! How could I be so blind to think that my life, our love, could ever be that perfect?
Yet, I trusted you unconditionally. Blindly. And in return you couldn’t even trust me with my own memories. You took away my mind, my choice, my freedom - for centuries! In the end, I guess I am just your mortal pet that you can’t trust to make the ‘right’ decision. Gods, that’s it, isn’t it? Admit it, Versi. You took away my memories to keep me a docile, ignorant, controllable pet bird in a cage!
And to think, if you would do this to the woman you claim to love, then how can any of us trust your ‘prophecy’? If you’d go to such lengths to manipulate me, just what would you do to push Thylea towards whatever future you see fit?
You know, it's pathetic… even now, I can’t bring myself to hate you. More proof, if it was needed, that not only have you spent the last 500 years trying to manipulate me: you’ve succeeded. After realising all this, I still love you! But you, Versi... whatever it is you feel for me isn’t love. You don’t do this to people you love!
You made me swear an oath to return to you when all this is over. And I will. I have no choice. But I will fight it every step of the way, and I will have no part in the games you are playing. I will not be manipulated, not any more. I’ll save Thylea on my own terms.
Except, I’m not on my own: Helikaon is with me. So I guess we’ll save Thylea on OUR terms. It's funny... I really thought I was going to face this alone. I feared your prophetic promises would have my companions as blind to your faults as I once was: pawns in whatever game you’re playing. But he is staying by me.
I guess, unlike you, he is actually capable of trusting me.
Calliope