A letter from Fixed Cross to Lyssa.
[i]Hello Lyssa
I hope this finds you well.
There is a short history I wish to share.
For a while the female poster Mongoose was on our forum, posting love songs to me. At one point she approached me about you and your posts about me. I said I did not mind that you write so much about me, as you are runic.
As soon as that had transpired however, she began to talk about peace where I spoke of war and oath. It seemed she couldn’t control herself, and within a day or two she left, tail between legs, leaving behind only sad messages full of sorrowful indignation.
You are powerful indeed. I don’t know exactly what happened, but since that moment she mentioned you to me and learned of my thoughts, Wendy has walked around without a soul. She has lost her kindness and is now a mere troll of the pale legion.
You, however even with your inabilities and inequities, are still the same as when you first scorned your love and loved your scorn for me.
A bitch that knows herself. Infinitely more beautiful than a bitch that thinks she’s a kind creature. Of which there are so many it sometimes casts a shadow on the entire fair sex.
Thanks for keeping distance, for keeping secrets, and for harnessing your powers in accordance with your nature. All the hate and loathing means nothing compared to a single runic verse.
The future of the North belongs to forces we’ve both grown intimate with. I trust you are as much looking forward to the future as I am. The same fire spreading its scent throughout our worlds.
I honestly care nothing for those who prefer words of peace in this time of war. They aren’t human, they aren’t animal, they aren’t plant - they are mere apparitions in the smoke.
This is the dawn, and streaks of red have crept into the grey.
Pale death take pale hearts, take them away!
sincerely,
Fixed Cross[/i]