AN: This is my first story. Or at least my first on here. I admire this
universe. I hope to create something good. Their is more to the story then
this, it will come in a few days.
Letters
To My Friend in the North
I don't know how to write about Metamor Keep. What can I say that others have
not?
I never thought you would force me to write this my friend. If I never had to
write this, I could keep it perfect forever in my mind. Even now as I stare at
this inchoate letter, my mind goes blank. I've heard the words in my head, why
don't they come?
What we want and what will happen are always very different. When we're young
there is no limit to how we perceive ourselves. Leaders, trailblazers,
luminous stars that will light the future.
Then we grow older and we realize we've failed to be what we imagined. We
settle for what we are.
But not Metamor Keep. Only there can you be as you wish.
Everyone I met at first was thrilled with their transformations. I knew they
had to be lying, no one would accept the form of a beast or a child. Of course
I knew, I always knew better. Just as you or anyone who reads these letters
inherently knows better.
My travail is writing this because in doing so I expose myself. For all of my
faults and imperfections, now exposed for the world to see. Do you think the
readers shall judge me fairly?
This is the third resencion of this letter I have composed. These letters are
not about me really but about Metamor Keep. I hope to create...perhaps not a
panegyric of the Keep, but an understanding for those outside of it.
Do you suppose the readers will figure your identity? By your request I shall
not reveal it. Upon my death you will publish these letters, I expect,
anonymously.
What has come to amaze me is this world in which we live. Metamor Keep is the
microcosm, a place in change and growth, not always by choice. It is our
modern world, a place where time moves on! Yet it is still influenced, not
overwhelmed by the past. Will anyone understand that?
This is what I will achieve with these letters. I will to show what this place
is too those outside of it. I will show how it changes and it changes those
within its boundaries. And I will answer a question, what is Metamor Keep? Not
a valley or fortress, that is simplistic nonsense. It is not just a place that
needs a E added to the end of Metamor. Is it a place defined by a curse? By
transformation? By those who build up its walls? You have an answer I'm sure
but I am also certain you can't address all of my quandaries. And yes I know I
am rambling. Forgive me, we elderly do ramble as we approach our end, we can't
all be like you. I wish I could see it as I did the first time, though not as
the obstreperous youth. The first time your eyes look upon the many, the
different forms, it is overwhelming. I wish I had appreciated it then Alright
my habit of circumlocution is showing through. Just as you dwell upon these
letters, ask yourself my question. And enjoy your life, as I have so enjoyed
mine. Let us start this cycle with the first important event in my change; let
us discuss the day that I died. Your Friend in the South
J. Post Script: If you wish for a title for this first set of letters, you may
call them Jack: Of Man and Beast.
AN: Any thoughts are not only appreciated but needed.
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