Chapter 22. The Letter

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It was almost as if she'd died. I was so devastated that it was hard to feel anything other than grief. Even the high I'd had because of Arvern paled in comparison to the loss of Hena. My life became more or less monotonous, hour after hour, day after day, week after week of operating on pure habit: get up, get dressed, make breakfast, eat breakfast, tend garden, run errands if needed, make lunch, eat lunch, spend an hour lamenting about Hena, spend another hour complaining to other people about Hena, check on dragons, make dinner, eat dinner, take bath, write in journal, go to bed, over and over and over again, until finally, sitting on the rocks, I spotted something small and gray on the horizon. It contrasted with the bright blue sky. I never would have dreamed this would happen. As it came into view, I realized that the pain I had experienced for the last few weeks was worth, so worth, the rush of disbelief and elation I felt when I recognized the unmistakable large chin and ram-like horns of a messenger dragon.

The letter began:

Dear Ri, July 2nd

I need to tell you something. I showed my whole family Lindune and Fermell. I don't know, I just feel awful, I should have known. I'm so so sorry I did this! I thought it wouldn't hurt to show my family, but you were right all along! Our judsman, or king, wants to come back to your island, invade the Wastelands of Utiiq, steal a ton of dragons, breed them in our country to become fit for battle, and eventually use them as weapons to take over all other lands and maybe Hereashana! And he isn't coming to Hereashana himself. Instead, he's hired my crazy uncle to be the first in command! My uncle forced my whole family, including me, to aid him in his quest for domination. I'm secretly on your side, though. I overheard him talking about it with them, and he said that they should bring weapons in case there's a battle. Knowing my uncle, if you don't let him pass, he'll make it so that there HAS to be a battle. Your country has to be prepared when he comes. You'll probably never talk to me again but I still care about you. Remember that I'm on your side. I won't hurt anyone, but I'll try to undo the things I did wrong. I'm so sorry that this happened!
Hena

I was paralyzed with rage. Why would she do this? She promised!

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