The Fallen Eagle

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THE FALLEN EAGLE

On the cold weeks that had been surrounding Mosley and that what kept following him had Finally managed to reach up to him.

In the end all that had remained within him was a memory of what once was, and what could have been. He was not fond of his Family. Only his own little family that he had worked so hard for he would love till his own death would approach him.

He sat down within his Manor that had been located within the city of Helena and he began gathering an abundance of items to start writing a letter.

[!] the letter was as followed. [!]

 

“If you have found this letter, Then i have already departed my life here on arcas. I have lived to see my Family Prosper and take care of my Beloved wife and Son.

But the days of happiness stop once in your lifetime, and they are replaced with thoughts that you never would expect from the people who truly want what they thought was best. I would have loved to stay true to my Family and keep my pride and joy within the family, but it seems that everything i once knew and loved, has collapsed down upon myself, and thus made me come to this choice. Perhaps it shall be remembered as an act of Cowardice. But then that is that. I would not be able to figure out myself how my Child would grow up to be. but i hope my beloved wife shall forgive me and remain true to him.

with this letter are several personal letters included for specific invididuals that made my life something that i will never forget them for.

[!] Several letters were sent out to family and friends, something that mosley had gotten little of during the end of his Life here on arcas

 

[!] This letter would be sent to Catherine, Her who he loved most.

“My Dear, I do hope you shall forgive me for leaving you alone in these lands, it feels as if i have been struck by a thousand knives while i write this letter towards you.  I ask you to take care of our Little one, and to never forget who i was. and to raise the little man better than his father could have ever been. I shall not forget you, and i will keep my word till my dieing breath that i will come to visit you one last time before that comes upon me.

With my heart in shatters, i say goodbye.

[!] A signature by Mosley would appear here.

 

[!] A Letter to his Victoria was Written and towards Stannis.

“Family is what i should have held higher then i originally did, but alas i have failed the House. And therefore i shall be leaving my life behind. I wish you the best and i am ever regretful for my mistake on you Stannis. [!] A Signature of Mosley would be seen here.

 

“Dear Cousin, I have seen your grow up and, My what have you grown since those times. It was truly an important part in my life and shall keep that with me upon my departure. Be yourself, and not what they want you to be Victoria. Remember that for me could you?”

[!] Mosley would have put a special flute with this letter for Victoria

 

[!] And Finally, A letter to his son was addressed down below

 

“To you who i wish i could have been there for when  you were all so young, I suppose you shall see this when you have grown up. and expect you to not step ahead of your feet like your father did. be kind to your mother and protect her with your life. I loved you.”

 

[!] Mosley would have left a Rapier given to him upon his Wedding day. This letter would have been sent to his Wife for her to give it to him once he had grown older. And with those last words, the story of Mosley Staunton had ended.

 

[OOC] Mosley was Shelved.

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Stannis reads over the letter, at least finding solace in Mosley’s dignified departure in the face of reason.

”A damn shame,” he mutters, tapping his hand with the letter, before nervously biting his lip,

”A damn shame indeed...”

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Victoria Alexandria pans over the letter written especially for her oceanic orbs. A single hand held tight onto the paper, making it crumple with ripples. The other hand gently grasping the well-crafted flute that was ever so bitterly gifted to her. “Why does God torment me?” the little eagle utters beneath pained breaths. Sorrowful tears drip down onto her newfound instrument. Her reflection would be distraught against its silver skin, but alas, Mosley was right about one thing. In that reflection, she had grown, built from the destruction of life.