Wolfdog and Aolyn
Aolyn,
I wish I could have been there more as you grew up. I still deal everyday with your mother’s death and still curse the gods for taking your brother when he was not even a year old. Now that you are a woman, you remind me so much of your mother in both beauty and ferocity. I never wanted the life of an adventurer for you, all it ever meant for me was a life of anger and violence. Since it seems to be the life for which you are fated, I pray that you know great glory, but even more, I wish you love.
Aolin, know that I loved your mother more than myself. I have told you the story of her death many times before, but I will tell it again. It was a cold day in summer when the Dragongods returned and killed so many. The rat bastard Blendhavin and his nefarioius sons, lead by Lethorian, made a deal with your mother and her aunt Sarafina when they went looking into the shadowfel for the angel warrior Jael. His infernal boat, the Illyria, was to take her and bring her home. All we found was the necklace I gave her on our wedding day, the necklace she would never take off. As you know, we have never found the Illyria or its terrible captain. That is the worst of the pain I live with daily, the awful mystery that feeds the devil in my heart.
I hope that you don’t keep anger towards me for being absent in your childhood. The Tigeans did such a good job raising you and know that I am very proud of all that you are. You mother is too, whever her soul lies.
With love,
Heinrich
Chronicles of the World of DaoTyr 
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