Not Your Kind of Fairytale (English)

Part 13- To a beautifully unknown someone

To a beautifully unknown someone,

It has already been 16 years since I lost him. So that means that I have already written 5848 letters. I have always wondered if someone has read my letters. I hope so. It is the only thing I can do. I write them by night, while the others sleep. The next day, I drop my letter  over the market square, in the hope that someone reads it.

I believe in the old habit of letter-writing, or just writing in general. I love writing. It allows me to express the things that I can't say out loud. It also makes me feel closer to him.  Even though I know that he has not read my letters, I still feel that it somehow connects me to him. I believe that writing has a lot of power.

It creates a bond between people. It creates its own magic, which is, as of today, a rare thing to say. It creates a special kind of magic. It has the ability to make someone cry, smile, love, hate, forget, forgive, and remember. It has the strength to transmit a message that someone can't say out loud. Nothing can make you feel the same way. It is pure emotion. That is why it creates magic. To me, the real magic that writing creates is not the writing itself, but the bond it creates between the person who writes it and the person who reads it. No matter if they are complete strangers, they are able to feel each other, like a vague silhouette. That is why I hope that you, dear beutifully unknown someone, whoever you are, are reading my letters.

I do not want my story to fade. I want to be remembered. I do not want my story to turn into dust. I want my story to be heard, not silenced. I want my story to be felt. I do not wish for it to fade like the colours of an old building. I want to create the most special magic of all. The magic of writing. Because my story, is probably one of the saddest ones you've heard. It is the story of a mother who lost its child a long time ago. The story of a women who purely believes in the art of writing because she has not been allowed to be heard or even to speak. The story of the imprisoned maiden who lives in the King's castle.

I always forget that you are probably not the same person that read my other letters, so excuse me if that is the case. My name is Galinde, and I am a human living in a place where I am not allowed to, ironically, live.

I was a happy human who lived over the town of Natraco, a Little village in which elves lived peacefully. The images of Natraco come to me when I need them the most. The beautiful Wisdom Tree, the prairie, The Crimson Forest... They were really good times. I was a happy innocent lady who lived with her husband on a small house. We were quite poor, but we were happy.

I was actually born in Xeris, and I spent all my life being trained to despise elves, survive, and learn the ancient rites. But it did not stop me from dreaming. I had been chosen to go to Zaros since the day of my birth, and finally, at the age of 24, I got my chance. Now my story is told in all of the history books. How sweet. They think I am dead, and that I was killed by Jarissa. If they only knew the truth.

If they only knew that it was Linnisae who died that day. Lin died, and Finnisae lived. Lin was my husband. For a matter of three months. I was supposed to stay for only one month, but the preparations took longer than it was thought. For those days, I lived the happiest 3 months of my life, surrounded by nature, sharing my first Kiss with Lin under the Wisdom Tree,  and getting pregnant with the men of my dreams . The day of the ceremony, Jarissa noticed that Lin had grown fond of me, but she could not imagine that I was pregnant.

Anyway, love is a powerful force, and she was in love with Lin. A love that was not mutual, but love. And in an attempt to kill me, she ended up killing Lin. She fell unconscious, and the clock started ticking. Just after the ceremony, in which Fin pretended to be Lin, we went back and started with the plan. We took her to a  friend of ours, a doctor, who helped us. He dyed her hair so that it permanently turned black and cut her ears so that they seemed to be human shaped ears. He tanned her skin, and voila, she became me. Then it was my turn. I dyed my hair white-blonde and got my ears injected with silicon so that they became elve ears, and, as a final touch, I detanned my skin naturally by staying in dark places for the following two years.

A friend of Fin's made sure that Jarissa got to Xeris, and I stayed at the King's Castle, as Jarissa. Then he was born. I don't know his name. I don't know how his eyes look, or what his hair looks like, because I only got the chance to see him once. After I gave birth to my son, they identified him as a type B prosox, and they had to run away. Fin stayed with the child in Trivilium, and I never saw him again. I erased the medical records and changed them for fake ones. He was a completely healthy elve who was conceived by an elve named Jarissa, and whose father was named Lin. The mother died after giving birth to the child.

And that is the true story. Nobody else knows it but Lin and me, since the doctor that helped is dead. They think that I died because of her just after the ceremony ended, and that Jarissa died due to birth complications.

Now I work as a Maiden in the King's castle. I, along with the other 5 maidens, serve Queen Florentia XV in all of the things that require any effort. She calls us by a number, so that she does not forget our names, and after we are done serving her for the day we go back to our headquarters, where we are basically trapped. We go to sleep and they close the doors with a key, and the windows are protected with metal barriers.

The rest of the maidens believe that they have the best job of their lifes. We are allowed a free day each, in which we can do whatever we want to. You can't escape because they actually give you a super expensive diamond necklace that identifies you as a maiden, which has a tracking device. You cannot take it off and you cannot deactivate it. You have to learn to live with it.

So that is my story. I hope that this letter shaped in the form of a dragon helped you somehow. I am trapped in a place which a lot of people would consider ideal.

I truly  hope that you, beautifully unknown someone,  are lucky, happy, wise , and brave. That is my wish for you.

Galinde

Date: 8/10/2015

Year: 2015 A.D.M. (after the dissapearance of magic)