Third seed, fifth day.
Nothing really happened yesterday. Apologies if you wished for a letter about it.
I don't even know why I write these, it's impossible to send them to you...
It's impossible to send anything across the portals and I don't think that's going to change.
Anyways, I'm still trying to obtain a job. The only way I still have a roof over my head is because the human council, or government, as it's called over here, issued a law stating that for the time being, all warriors from the other worlds that are trapped here will receive shelter until they can adapt to human customs.
They gave us six months to get settled.
That was two months ago.
It's not so bad here... non magic... that way of living is... quite peaceful.
I see these humans going about their lives, no wings, no glowing anything, no magic at all and they still look so happy despite the war that they are still recovering from. That we are all recovering from, as I'm sure Caluna is still at war.
Every day I learn something new from humanity. If they have a common problem, they build a solution. It's almost like their own form of magic is overcoming problems that they run into.
Without my magic, I don't know how I'll ever fit in.
Remembering you always, dearest.
Farewell
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The Years Alone
Historia CortaA young dragoness trapped in a world void of magic, locked away from all her loved ones for twenty years. These letters were her coping mechanism.
