The Letter

Chapter 1: Genesis

My childhood days are like hell mostly. I was a mastermind designed to take care of all the planning of the clan.
They were usually designed for war, that's why I call my days "hell". Why did I involve in a war, given that I was a child, and I have to see a lot of people dying.
Oh, I haven't mentioned my name yet. My name is Greene. Well, that's my nickname. My real name is Antonio Samson. I was born in 1700. I don't know why I had the name "Greene" in me. It simply got stuck. I don't know what was inside my parents' minds. I think they gave me the name for a good reason. Well, I don't know, because I left them.
I was a mastermind of the Herald clan. My intelligence is a heritage. They were inherited through my ancestors and then to me. I'm a descendant of the late Marco Samson, who was born circa 1307 AD until he died in 1403 AD. He was pretty intelligent in his times. His plans were very effective and they never failed. It ever failed, though, when he tried to stop his younger brother from running. His younger brother was misconceived as "betraying every of the Herald clan's orders". In his times, his younger brother was ranked as an A-Rank bounty, being the highest target in the clan. Man, he was a fast person. I heard that he was a Legendary Ninja. My grandfather told me that because the successor of the book was alive until 1542 AD, and then he passed the book onto someone else that we don't actually know, although he did say that the next successor might be the Reece family. Marco Samson's siblings can be said as... kind of odd. Their fate is different from all the people in this world. The youngest, Franco Sierrason, the misconceived betrayer that I've told you about, died the first in 1393 AD according to my grandfather. He said that he was killed in a battle. The middle, Francesco Sierrason, died the second in 1398 AD according to my grandfather. He said that Francesco left the clan and went to China, where he was Francesco Yun in his return.
Both Francesco and Franco weren't born with the same mother as Marco. Marco's mother died of illness while he was 4, and his father, Angelo Samson, married again to birth in Francesco and Franco. Franco had no descendants, and Francesco's descendants are now Chinese, so they can be said as from Chinese origin. Only my ancestor, Marco Samson, still lived up to his name as a member of the Herald clan.
That was the past of the Herald clan. According to my grandfather, it started out circa 1175 AD, born with an Italian origin. Yet, the first leader of the clan was British. He left for Italy to seek refuge, and he ended up leading the most influential clan in Italy.
My past was full of logical mind. I have to be an intelligent person to keep up my name as a mastermind. I started that since I was 6. My grandfather taught me everything he can to make me a mastermind of the clan. Well, my grandfather is the best historian in the clan. I started as a mastermind before he died, so that's why I have less work because they still relied on him.
My grandfather died when I was 10, and you know what happened? The clan relied on me more than ever. My father couldn't be a mastermind because he had a brain damage since birth. So, when my grandfather died, I had to rely on my own. It was hard. Really hard. Doing all the planning on my own for 10 years felt like suffering, but I still think positive to this day. I'd seen people dying, I'd seen a lot of people in the verge of death and then I had to set a plan so they couldn't be touched. It was a pain. When I was 19, my father died. He gave his heritage to me, and after the funeral, I thought about leaving the Herald clan. In 1720, I wanted to build a new house somewhere in Atalanta, but it would mean breaking the barrier. While still a member of the Herald clan, we cannot use the heritage for our personal use, but we may leave the clan and take a quarter of the heritage. My father gave me a lot of his heritage to me, and I thought splitting it up will make my job easier, because I don't need to think about how heavy it was to carry that much heritage. I used two-third of the heritage to build a simplistic house, and then I officially left the clan. Well, that was my past. A past to be carved by the Herald clan members. Trust me, they did that, to remind me how valuable my works were at that time.
At the time when I built my house, I was alone. I didn't know whom I should talk with. I wandered around the path to check on their addresses and remembering them. It was really hard to remember it because I had over 100 houses to be remembered. I went to a bookstore to buy a book, calling it "The Address Book". I don't know why I gave it such a simplistic name, but as long as it does the job, I don't need to worry. I started writing all the addresses that I remembered, and whenever I'm stuck, I would go out and look at them again, and return home to write the missing ones. It's a very hard work, isn't it? I thought so. I had to go out and then return again to my home, which is far to the addresses that I sought. I had to take approximately a 2-mile walk everytime I forgot addresses and trust me, I did this 5 times, simply to remind the forgotten addresses. I was a bit cocky about spending my money and I always did to get me a lot of papers and envelopes. When I had enough papers to send and reply, I started writing random things in the letters, simply to get a friend out of a sudden. It took me three days of dedication and time-consuming events to write all the letters, and I slept for only 4 hours a day. Well, after I'd done with the letters, I went to the postman. He was shocked, of course. The postman is just a volunteer that worked to send letters because our place has no post office. It is just a 300-meter walk from my house. I had to come and return 5 times to take all letters to the postman, and when he received it all, I left.
In a week, I was surprised, why wasn't there any reply yet? I couldn't wait any longer, so I returned to the postman, only to find out that he was still reading the address of the letters. The postman called me and told me that within a month, the letters would be sent to these addresses in no time. A month?! Are you kidding me, then I had to be alone for another month?! God, I left my family and they couldn't accept me anymore. I have to live up to their rule, that if I would seek my own destiny, I must leave the clan and can no longer be accepted in the clan. The only exception is that the clan members can visit me. I bought another book that I kept as a journal, and then I bought more papers and envelopes, for savings. At that time, only the postman knew about this, so the postman called me "The Letterman". Anyway, the postman is named Cole Reinman. While the letters are being read by postman Cole, that's how I call him, I wrote random things on my journal. It might be nonsensical to other people because I wrote it in an abstractive way, and I think normal people wouldn't understand what I wrote in my journal, but in my mind, my journal has a life in the script. I wrote things about experiences and all the things that you can think of. In a month, I visited postman Cole to check on his status. He needed to finish reading the addresses of 7 more letters to finally send them to the addresses that I wrote. I wonder why he volunteered for such an act, so I asked him. He said that it was a secret, but he told me this for once. In his times in 1682, and I wasn't even born yet, he had friends that had houses in a far distance than him. It was hard to communicate with them according to him, and there was no post office. When he bought a new bike, he wondered to himself; why not become an independent postman? So he built himself a post, much like a guard post, and at first the people thought that he was a guard, that was hilarious, I laughed when he told me that. He started working in 1690, where his post was pretty much finished. Tell you what, he is successful until now. With the lack of post office, communication is pretty much scarce, but his voluntary act changed the condition of the place.
That was his story. In the meantime, I realized that I've made my first friend, postman Cole. He happily accepted me when I told him that I just left my family and I was alone. With that awkward moment when he had to read all the letters' addresses, I'm more than just a friend to him. Well, I'm glad to have a friend like him.
A week later, I checked my mailbox, and I was surprised. I got over 30 letters inside. I think only these guys cared about my random things, so I read some of them which are useful. I read all the initial lines written on the envelope, and most of these guys didn't like my random things, but at least they cared. The other 5, actually had something in their mind, so I checked it out. The first one was a message that came from a lumberjack, a certain Philipe Ignacio.
"Dear Mr. Greene,
Honestly, I don't understand what you're sending to me, but I believe it has a meaning. You seem to put random stuffs over there. Is this the first time you wrote a letter? You didn't even put my name in the beginning, or I think you just moved in. It's fine. Visit me if you have some time.
Sign,
Philipe Ignacio".
He was definitely a wrong one, wasn't he? I had experience in writing letters. He didn't know that I'm a mastermind. Still, he was right about my migration here. I just moved to Atalanta 2 months ago, you think I would know your name so fast? I was alone, you know.
But, okay. I thought it would be good if I don't think about it again. I proceeded to the next letter. This one would be scary, because it is. The next letter came from a policeman, a certain Nick Borgota.
"Dear Mr. Greene,
Never mess with a policeman like me. You don't know my name like you actually know nothing about this place. Where is your birthright, actually? I want to know. In order to confirm your name to anyone, you have to visit me. The police will be the one to send identification data to the leader of this place.
Sign,
Nick Borgota".
Like he is the best person ever! I was actually sick of reading that, to be honest. He was trying to find my birthright, like I would tell the truth about the Herald clan. I only wanted to keep it a secret from here. This is a different place from the Herald clan, so this place shouldn't know anything about it, that's why. But, I would visit him, of course. I needed to place an identification data on the books.
I was unsure of the others, so I proceeded to the next one. This one came from a barman, a certain Victor Andal. His words were quite polite.
"Dear Mr. Greene,
I'm not acting like a bouncer or something, but why are you sending random things to me? Is it on purpose? I don't know. Or, are you new? I'm curious to see new people in this place. This address locates the bar, you can visit it anytime.
Sign,
The Barman".
Oh, reading those words was a great impression. He was the only one being polite despite the randomness of the letter. I think he understood its content, that's why he replied in a polite way. Since these people requested a visit, this person was in my visiting priority very quickly. I wanted to know how he is.
The next letter came from a lady, a certain Victoria Andal. While I was reading, I thought that she is the barman's sister. Well, I didn't know yet so I read her letter.
"Dear Mr. Greene,
I heard from my brother that you sent him a letter as well. I don't know who you are, but I would like a visit. Let's meet at the bar someday.
Also, are you new? My brother wrote about it to you. He's curious and needs to see you, so come to the bar and we will greet you.
Sign,
Victoria Andal".
She is as polite as her brother. I didn't know why bartenders can be really attentive. The duo thoroughly read my letter, and they turned out to understand the letter. I thought being a mastermind meant that I could hide anything, but it didn't.
The last one was unknown. This person didn't sign his name.
"Dear Mr. Greene,
Isn't it just like old times? I understood every single part of your letter. Your mastermind-ish thinking can no longer affect me. Hey, since I lived here for 2 years now, how about a meeting? I would appreciate if you stop by. Reply if you know where to start".
He didn't sign his name, but I knew who he is. He is Roberto De Lero, my Spanish friend from my times as a mastermind. I was glad that I would meet him again. Well, that was the least that I could do.
Well, that was my past while I was adapting in Atalanta. It's been 2 years and I haven't started my story yet. Well, it begins.

Note: I named it "Genesis" because it tells about his origin of the main character.
Present day starts next episode, this is Greene's brief past.
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