My Dearest Lilith,
I was flying over the hills, looking for a place to curl in for the night; when Pharoah screeched for my attention. Seeing a familiar parchment in his beak I motioned for him to follow my lead. We descended amidst the trees, near a river belt.
A light fire burns near my feet to keep us warm. I hear the trees rustle a soft humming tune; a piece of music we would chase in the woods. But everything dims as I hear the anguish in your voice. Your words have the feeling of being etched from your blood.
My sweet, innocent Lilith, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Your purity is as scintillating as the moon my eyes behold at this very moment. Adam can see it too. His selfish attribute refuses to accept it. I wish someone from the castle would unfold the secrecy Father is holding.
As if my confinement to the dungeons was not enough for them. Though I’m not blood, I did breathe that air in my adolescent years. I have winged my way towards freedom over the horizons, where the world ends; or maybe where it begins. But I’m as near as the tears shedding from your eyes.
Pharoah keeps a watch and brings me word. Don’t let your thoughts dry over someone, who cares not. Pen down your tears if you must and send your pain for me to hold. Tell me more about that order and the plot by Adam and his author. If the danger moves closer, give Pharoah the Ring of Promise. I will find my way back.
Your beauty will never fade, as long as my wings hold the strength of life.
Eternally and Forever yours,
Lares