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January 9 984

Dear Helena,

Happy New Year! Sorry for such a late reply, I got your letter in December and put it on top of my desk and planned to write you back since then. But, I'm forgetful. So, I finally found the letter and can write back to you! It has been sad without you and I was so overjoyed to get a letter from you. I saw your handwriting and I showed it to Mason, with a stupid grin on my face. 

"This is her voice but, written down!" I cried out. Mason, of course, rolled his eyes and continued his work. I was going to show the letter to Mr. Evanoff, but honestly, he has been so pulled away. He wakes up, he eats, he works, he sleeps. He's been so depressed lately. I told him to find a new assistant and he yelled at me for saying such a stupid idea and shut himself in his studio. He wants to move back to Sagamore Hills, but his contract doesn't expire for a few more years. e's been worrying me since you left; I know it is because he misses you. Like how wrong it is for you to love him is the same wrong for him to love you. He can't cope from it or move on. Of course, I'd beg you to come home, but you're happy. I don't ever want to come between you and your happiness. I love you, Helena. I'm glad you're happy. We all miss you, even Eunice. 

I'm glad you made friends and I'm shocked you met my sister! It's insane how that happened. I hope she treats you well, along with all the other wizards on Genesis. I appreciate you not telling Raven you know me. I should have told you sooner, but Raven cannot know where I am. The day I left, she drank herself sick. As I shoved myself through our apartment door, she called out: "And when I find you again, you'll have to start over! I need to make it right! Leave, flourish, die! I don't care, just send me your corpse." I huffed at her drunken comment and slammed the door behind me, I clutched the address of the maid ad I found in the newspaper, and never looked back. Raven always worried me, but she might have changed. I don't know. 

Everyone else in Fairlon seems to be well. I hope you can make some time to visit soon. Stay safe.

Emerald 

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March 984

And when you're a girl, you must have that moment in your life where you cuddle against your best friends and share your feelings. My best friends at the moment were: Emerald, Holly, and Raven. Unfortunately, Emerald was a world away and Holly claimed she was too pregnant to have fun. So, I ended up knee deep with Raven. It's not that I didn't like Raven. She is a genuinely decent person and she was the first to reach out to me. But, all and all, she still gives me a vibe. Since the gods cursed the Reaper, I've felt uneasy. Yet, she asked me to spend the night in her dorm. I accepted. I like Raven and I accept her as a friend. So, that's why I accepted. She invited me inside, with a wide smile on her face. 

"Oh my gosh! Thank you for coming!" she gushes and pulls me by the forearm into her dorm. She has a dark, rugged outside appearance. Her black hair is wavy and cropped close to her shoulders. Her eyes are always squinted, like two, red, narrow slits in her face. She has a rather small nose, but when she turns to the side, she reveals a fairly noticeable bump. She always has black shorts on. She's usually dressed in a silky, baby pink tank top. The blush color is the same color that inspired my own costume for my own fighting. The color is a dupe of my satin bodysuit. Her fighting costume is similar to mine. She wears a dark green body suit that is more suited to be called leather. She wears knee-high, brown riding boots, which contrasts my black, tight, thigh-high boots. We're very much opposites, but I still get along with her. She's very friendly and social. Mostly everyone in Genesis knows her by name. She knows how to flirt to get what she wants, girls rarely talk trash about her, and she's fairly nice to everyone. Her magic is impressive and lethal. Her power is coveted and many people say our partnership was made in heaven. We take on jobs together, with our Weapons strapped across our backs. Sometimes we all band together: Beckham, Chris, Raven, and I. Little kids ask for our autographs, the Front Office hands us the best jobs before they are posted, I feel like I am royal. 

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