Dear K.R.,
There's been something -- implanted by yourself, perhaps? -- nagging at the back of my head recently. I'm not sure why; I'm not sure how; but it happened -- and I sent you the letter. Certainly, I was inheriting a hint of malice by declining to possess awareness for the countless who would be impacted by my impertinence.
I suppose you think you know everything about how it feels to be the only truly self-aware character in a nine-book fantasy epic that is destined to be replaced imminently by a superior iteration (i.e. the first one?). Well, there is much more than you may think that would compel me to compose something so scathing. To begin with, Hemingway -- who has been fired again from Count's court over accusations of being a Sululridger, probably -- and I have been feuding recently and ever-increasingly regarding the use of the Reacsoa Hand. But that's not the only thing that's troubling me.
One thing that I have recently noticed is that characters have begun to behave in... unexpected ways, to say the least. The Slicer Swarm was obviously a dirty trick, but remember the thing about Soal saying "lunacy" instead of the ill-fated Ivel? Or that time that you forbid me from speaking to Soal and Irene before their departure? It goes beyond that, however, and I'd be hard-pressed to notice a chapter without one. This is approaching a plot-hole level, with the original sense of the term.
Even Count and the Countess have been beginning to implement my stories of you and the other Cofontors into the Henderian system, much to the controversy of, well, everyone. This was never supposed to happen! And whatever occurs when the Master Bringer and all of Hendera realize that this is the way things are? That their world isn't real, and that with a single command, it could all be erased? (I credit old Synthor for the source material.) Why isn't anyone having a crisis yet? If all of The Sketch Rift grows conscious of my lectures in the near future, how would things change?
Alas, you keep the threat of Greatest Warrior hovering over me whenever I even remotely consider the usage of the Reacsoa Hand, which, as we now know, is "safely" behind closed doors in the Great Waise Temple to the Southeast. But if a majority of the characters are at my side, what else must be done? This act is not that of a coup d'etat, nor is it an apology; it is, in my opinion, more of a proper restoration of order to a Plane that desperately needs it. So why waste my petty time until 9101 gobbling on about the Cofontors if it has done me little to begin with?
As I claimed, K.R., this is not a letter of apology. Something must be done. And unless the Reacsoa Hand is in our hands on September First, the consequences will be as if I had written you another letter. I may not be behind bars, but I remain challenged, and if necessary, the Reacsoa Hand will be mine.
This is not an apology, --MOTH
-~End of Book Two~-
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The Sketch Rift: The Eternal Crusade
Fantasy{Book Two in the Sketch Rift Trilogy} Samuel Lawrence, or Soal, is revolted by the mere premise of returning to the bleak metropolis of Hendera. But these hopes are laid to rest when sentinels of the enigmatic Charles Hemingway draw his reentr...
