My Dearest Child,
By the time you read this, you’ll be of age to take the title of Lord of the Astar House. My child, there are no words to describe how I feel right now.
As I write, I am due in a few days. I find a bit of comfort in your movements, it reminds me that in my own despair, you are here. I will start on myself. I am Alexia Astar, daughter of Rohorn and Fara. Stories will tell you of the rebellion I helped caused, but that is not all I am. I am a healer, a woman who wanted to right the wrongs of the world.
Your grandmother was once known as the witch of the west, but then again, she was more. Once a talented sorceress and beloved sister who fell in the want of more power. My mother, though was dangerous, she can’t hurt anyone anymore.
Your grandfather, Rohorn, was so much more. The honorable knight and the paladin of devotion. He suffered so much, but he fought to find me. He fought to have me by his side, and that I am ever grateful for. He sadly passed about seven months into my pregnancy, but he wanted to meet you so bad. On his worse days, I would sit with him and the thought of you made him smile.
I shall move onto your father. While I am assured that you know of your infernal heritage, I wanted to tell you a few things. Your father wasn’t what one would think. His name was Dijen, though as I know, that isn’t the truth. He kept the history of his old friend, Dijen, alive through him. The true name of your father was Kedmore, but I think he would be glaring at me right now if I called him by that. I loved your father. People may not think that, but I did love him in my own way. He brought out a side of me that I don’t think would have ever come out if I had never met him. Dijen died long before he knew that he would be a father, but he died while screaming revolution, fighting for what he believed in. Though I don’t think it would have truly stopped him.
I have so much I want to tell you about the world I left behind for you my child. I leave you with what I can. My Warhammer, my belt and other things. Jericho would hopefully tell you about me and what I've done. I love you and I loved you enough to give my body and soul for you.
My love for you ,my son will not wane. I leave you with two important things. My symbol of the god Bahamut. I know him as Arthur and he was a close friend of mine. From what history may write, I was there the day the original Bahamut fell. I followed him until the day I died.
The last I left with you is something that may not work with how long has passed. It was a demon stone that your father had given to me. The Bahal rune, and it was a kind gesture. The rune served me well and it was the last bit I had of him. I give it to you so you have a part of the both of us, besides the obvious
Well
I'm sure that you can figure out that part.
Now I am writing by the rising sun light, the birds chirping softly, and I think that there is just so many things I'd want to tell you about my life about what I had to go through. There's not enough time for me or paper in the world to tell the truth.
I believe that I am going to be rambling by now. I love you and that I shall always be proud of you my son. My soul rests in Sovernsveer with my father, and we shall watch over you with love.
Love your mother,
Alexia Maris Jules Astar
