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hexposition) wrote2019-05-15 12:43 pm
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15strangers week 4: writings stored under emma's bed
[Underneath Emma's bed are a number of papers, some written on, some not. There's a bottle of ink and a quill, as well as a paperweight-sized prototype of some kind of machine.
Laid out a little to the side of all of this is a neatly-folded piece of paper. Opening it up reveals a note in elegant handwriting:]
If you are reading this, then it is likely that I have passed on. It's regrettable that it's come to this at all, and ideally, you've found it by chance rather than my revealing where this was located. Regardless, I hope it can prove useful to you all in my absence.
I stumbled across the blueprint, prototype, and notes in the laboratory. I can't be certain of what this machine is intended to do, but I believe it's meant for brainwashing. I hope you all can understand why I thought it prudent to take these and hide them. Please, if I've any right to ask you all anything at this point, keep these out of the hands of our captors.
Additionally, beneath the notes are some things I've written as goodbyes, as morbid as that perhaps may be. Some for you here, some for those I love back in Erebonia. In the event that anyone makes it out of this wretched house alive and can return to my world, please see to it that my final words make it to their intended recipients.
If I have any regrets, it's that I'm no longer able to offer my aid to all of you. I do not know where witches go when they die, but wherever that may be, I'll be sending you all my most fervent wishes.
I am not a religious woman, but I pray that you all escape from this place. Not a one of you deserves what's become of us.
Sincerely,
Emma Millstein
Laid out a little to the side of all of this is a neatly-folded piece of paper. Opening it up reveals a note in elegant handwriting:]
If you are reading this, then it is likely that I have passed on. It's regrettable that it's come to this at all, and ideally, you've found it by chance rather than my revealing where this was located. Regardless, I hope it can prove useful to you all in my absence.
I stumbled across the blueprint, prototype, and notes in the laboratory. I can't be certain of what this machine is intended to do, but I believe it's meant for brainwashing. I hope you all can understand why I thought it prudent to take these and hide them. Please, if I've any right to ask you all anything at this point, keep these out of the hands of our captors.
Additionally, beneath the notes are some things I've written as goodbyes, as morbid as that perhaps may be. Some for you here, some for those I love back in Erebonia. In the event that anyone makes it out of this wretched house alive and can return to my world, please see to it that my final words make it to their intended recipients.
If I have any regrets, it's that I'm no longer able to offer my aid to all of you. I do not know where witches go when they die, but wherever that may be, I'll be sending you all my most fervent wishes.
I am not a religious woman, but I pray that you all escape from this place. Not a one of you deserves what's become of us.
Sincerely,
Emma Millstein
LETTER TO CLASSMATES
There are not words to convey how sorry I am for the lies I told you during our half a year together. I suppose now, I am reliant upon Celine to fulfill my duty for me, but I thought you might at least want to hear the truth from me.
I am a witch of the Hexen clan. My purpose at Thors was always to guide Rean to Valimar, sleeping below the Old Schoolhouse. I did you all a disservice by pretending I knew nothing of what was happening. Celine was my familiar. I hope she can give you the guidance you'll need in the turbulent times to come.
Know that I may have lost my battle in this wretched place to which I have been kidnapped, but I lost it fighting to return to all of you.
Those months we spent together were the best of my life. I may have lied to you about my purpose, but never once did I lie about my feelings for all of you. I loved you deeply, and love you all still.
Laura, Jusis;
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for continuing to look after me and protect me for the past half a month, despite everything.
Fie;
Keep up the hard work! You've grown leaps and bounds already, and I know that if you put in the effort, you'll grow so much more. I know you probably thought of it as a chore, but I loved every minute we spent studying together. If and when we meet again, I look forward to hearing about all the ways in which you've grown.
Elliot, Alisa;
I don't believe I ever truly thanked you for our concert. Elliot, you made a miracle happen upon that stage. Whatever magic lies in me must lie in you in some sense, because to this day I've no idea how you managed to whip the lot of us into shape. You have a bright future ahead of you, I pray that you make the most of it. Alisa, for as embarrassed as I was at the time, I have to thank you for talking me into going along with it. I don't think I ever felt so beautiful in my life as I did upon that stage.
Rean;
I can only pray that you even can read this. More than anyone, I owe you my deepest apologies for not just being upfront with you.
The road that lies ahead of you will be difficult and tumultuous, and I regret that I cannot be by your side to see you through it. Even so, if there's anything in this world I believe in, it's that you'll make it through everything all right.
You're the strongest person I've ever known, even if you can't see that in yourself. All that I've grown and come to love in these past few months is thanks to you.
I pray for your safety, as I have every day I've been trapped in this place. I wish you all the best, and know that I am with you, as much as I am able to be, every step of the way from here.
Please take care of Celine for me.
With all of my love and my undying loyalty to each and every one of you,
Emma Millstein