Dear Silver,
I know that you still hate me for the mistake I made, but please read through this possibly last letter of mine—even if not for the fact that you care for me, then at least as my final wish.
The being that stuck to me, the “judgement of mine”, feeds off my guilt. It reminds me every day, every hour, every single minute of the poor souls I hurt when I had abused the powers. I deserved it, I truly do.
You have every right to be angry at me. You have warned me to not touch the powers of the other world, but I did, and now I suffer the consequences. I am forced to be alone, as otherwise this being, the needed reaction that had stopped me, will break down anyone seeing it—you have seen it yourself, after all, so you know what I mean.
I wish to see you again. I wish to be able to apologise to you in person and not through a letter, but I can’t anymore—I have ruined the possibility myself.
And now, I feel my last strength being taken, and soon my final breath will be done, but I worry for others, and for you. This being won’t be satisfied with me. It will want more, and choose more victims to feed off their guilt, their insecurities, their doubts.
I need to stop it. I won’t be able to kill it, but I know that it can be put to sleep.
I’m sorry to tell you that I still kept the geodes with me. I know I should’ve given them back to you already, but they kept me sane, gave me some resistance against the being. If not for them, I wouldn’t be able to survive even a day.
The magic, the powers from the other world, it’s alive. Each has a personality, resembling a trait, and I feel them being angry at me, but also at the being. The powers know that with my death, the being will choose another victim. They want to fight it, but they don’t have the right attribute to counter its effect.
Nonetheless, they rage against it, the geodes glow brightly whenever it’s near them, and I think I know how to help them. I need to make another one of them, give it the trait the being is making me feel, not to harm, but to help others, not to make one feel guilt, but compassion and empathy. This one will be the only one able to fight and defeat it.
Making this new geode will channel all their rage into it. This rage will be too much for any bearer—even one geode right now is difficult to handle—but I’ll have to be the one. My last action shall be the one fixing my mistakes.
If you got this letter and I still haven’t returned, you’ll find me in the crystal cave we had played as kids. If you have mercy over me, bury me there. Make sure you remove the magic from the geodes—you know how to do it—and search for the seventh one. I don’t know yet what colour it will get, but you’ll know it once you’ll see it.
Put these empty geodes on my grave, as a reminder for anyone else to never repeat my mistake, to never abuse unknown powers.
Keep me in your memories, and please forgive me one more time.
Sincerely,
Your lost, punished brother