BLOODY HEART [KARMALAND AU]

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« Dear .S.

I know that I haven't written to you for a long time, a week to be exact, don't get me wrong, I don't want to excuse myself. I would just like to explain my situation.

I have spent a week full of misfortunes and strange situations.

In short, I escaped, I fled from the place you hated so much.
You were right when you said that sooner or later the situation would get out of my hands; it all happened before he could even foresee the chaos that was coming.

They hunted me like an animal, they forced me to flee as if I were a poor wretch, as if I were not equal to or superior to them.

To be honest I have no idea how I survived, it wasn't in my plans to stay alive to be honest.

I'm sorry if I've let you down, honey. But don't worry, I'm fine, I'm still alive, so you can see that until now I'm still fulfilling your whims.

I would not allow myself to die knowing the pain it would cause you.

Between the flight, the trip and various reasons, I could not give myself the time to write. That does not mean that I have forgotten about you, I would never forget about you.

My conscience won't let me.

Regarding the trip, you will like to know that I am far, far, far FAR from enemy territory, I arrived in a small and strange town.

Karmaland.

A place almost as strange as its founder if you ask me.

I've been here for three days, I could have written to you sooner but I was tired, I'm still tired, no matter how much I rested I still feel bad. I'm beginning to suspect it has to do with the location. This hasn't happened to me in a long time.

I think there is something wrong with me.

I'm beginning to believe that you were always right about everything.

I'm sorry.

Well, in order not to make this letter any longer, I will be very brief regarding my experience in this town.
Karmaland was a pleasant surprise, somewhat disturbing seeing the level of trust they have in newcomers, they were kind and disturbingly supportive.

The founder is a kind old man and sucker, he has something peculiar, and I feel that he is hiding something.

In a while Alexby will come to take me shopping, Alexby is the priest of the town in case you wonder, thanks to him I have a place to sleep.

Don't worry, no I don't trust him, don't think I've forgotten that important lesson.

I taught you that.

I promise to be more constant with the letters as before, I hope to be able to write you one a day, but I see it as unlikely.
Now that I remember, I wonder if all the letters I wrote you are still there, after all the chest where I kept them was very resistant, although I honestly prefer that they have been consumed by fire than that these people have them in their dirty and disastrous hands .

Anyway, it's time to say goodbye, I wish you could read this letter.

I wish I could sleep without my mind endlessly replaying that moment.