Iya's blessing to you Farza and Malac,
I hope this letter finds you both in good health and standing. I wrote this letter many times over and over again in my head, played through the possible responses and my retorts, a two sided argument with myself of which I could never win. I do not write this letter in anger or in an attempt to cause you harm, I write this letter to inform you of a few facts.
I did not understand why you give your only son away to strangers for a few gold coins, 50 to be exact. To this day I still don't fully understand but I have lived two lives now. I have been impoverished and now I have more wealth than I care to admit. I can see the appeal in 50 gold coins when you are used to seeing a fraction of that in a lifetime.
It broke me when I finally realized what happened, I was too young to truly grasp the situation and too enamored with the luxury to care about it for too long. But the day it all clicked my world came tumbling down. I was Yan Farza, your only son and now I was the son of the Federation. However, I have not and can not claim the Federation nor the Premier as my family despite their best efforts. I am now Yan Iya, for he has guided me to this place of understanding and acceptance.
It's been about 20 years now, I have avoided the Wall, my old friends, and you. I had plenty of opportunity but I was scared of what everyone would say or do and worried that the Premier would retaliate. They are not a nice person, I want you to know you left me with a selfish, condesending, entitled, and demanding person, yet all the people know is a hero. I have seen their true colors and they are darker than the night sky above Iya. I hate to admit it but I have had to hide in that darkness myself, I can feel parts of me disappearing becoming that which I must to survive.
I have thought about running away, leaving this sector and exploring the rest of Iya irregardless of the danger that no doubts awaits beyond. I however can not find the strength within myself to actually do it. Maybe it is fear or maybe it is that I don't want to leave the life I have now. If I was still in your home, you would've pushed me to wander and discover new things, I guess that part of me is still alive, I hope it is.
There is much more I could say but I don't want to say anything more other than I forgive you both.
Do not attempt to contact me back for your own safety, your son is no more so live your life like it is so. You will find along with letter a small pouch containing 50 gold coins.
-- Kamal Yan Iya
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