christoph-david volbers

Vedian,
I write to you because you are refusing to see me. To say that I am disappointed would be an understatement. I’m furious. I think it is pathetic how you hide behind your influence. I hope that calling you a coward will at least get your attention.

When me and my people helped the last survivors of Tharamant arrive in Gadagor, I wondered why I was greeted with hostility. Under different circumstances I wouldn’t care about it that much, but these are hard times. At least for some of us. Do you even know what we had to go through to get here?

Anyway. After finding out that you turned the horror of the invasion into not just a single, but a three-part series of poorly written books and sold them, I had my suspicions. After reading them, I had my answer. How could you?

I am asking, but I don’t know if I really want an answer. You hurt me. What you wrote about me hurt me. Even without taking our history into account, am I just a character for you, a plaything you could put words into her mouth and let things do she would never agree to do? And for what? For fame, or for money? Both will be worthless soon. The Moontear is reaching for all of Alâon, not just for Tharamant.

I figure that it is pointless arguing with you. But if I don’t say anything, nothing will change.

I wasn’t quitting university. I was quitting YOU.
We didn’t get captured because I was out of breath. We got captured because you were carrying a heavy bag full of your notebooks and the strap got caught on a fence.
I didn’t fall into depression after our escape and dreamt of a weird smoke kraken in a basement, you just like surreal imagery and probably didn’t know what to do with your characters for that part of your series.
I never held a rifle once in my life.
And, my parents didn’t take the easy way out, how dare you to suggest that!

Also, we both know what happened at the train station and what you, not I did. A lot of the survivors know as well and I wonder why nobody is speaking the truth.

Rot in the ground, for all I care. I hope that no green will sprout out of that spot for a hundred years.

Vherendie

Letter from Vherendie Sela to Vedian Bordakane. It is told that though the letter was private, somebody managed to copy it. Next morning, copies of the letter were found posted all over Gadagor. Their motives remain mysterious to this day.