"Lord Rozo Letter" By Vigilance99 (https://pastebin.com/u/Vigilance99) URL: https://pastebin.com/Jqffhj4g Created on: Tuesday 22nd of October 2019 08:56:23 PM CDT Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 10:10:17 AM UTC [The following is written in a shaky hoof] Dear Lord Rozo My name is Alexis Gram, I'm seventeen years old. I was born and grew up in East Fillydelphia. I think of myself as being fairly normal. I have friends. I have a family, a mom, a dad. a little brother. I've almost graduated high school. I just- [The t in just slides to the edge of the page as though her arm slumped as she was writing it] Oh Luna, I can't stop my hoof from shaking. I'm trying to think of what to say, what to write to make you get what's going on and I just can't. All my words are mixed up. I have the music going as loud as it goes, trying to calm down, to think of how to put all this. My whole body is shaking. I saw those things EAT PEOPLE- [Eat people is in all caps and underlined several times] I feel sick, like a tombstone is sitting on my chest. Like I'm not getting enough air, because I've gotten pulled into something I don't get and I'm way over my head and Revas is going to kill us, or worse, all because we were pulled into this by the Master. I don't know what's going on, I don't know whose right or wrong or why you're fighting. I'm not a warrior, I didn't come here to kill people. I watched Lorde Rutinoi, I saw what you did to Kachina, to the Ambition, to all these people. Is that just how war is? Is THAT what you want? What the Master wants? [The last two sentences starting at 'I watched Lorde Rutinoi' has a single line through them, but not enough to effect legibility] What I'm trying to say, what I can't get out is, whatever is going on right now I'm not a threat to you. None of my friends are. We're just normal people who got brought here and told to go to Yggrasil. We freed Kachina to use her boat, we fought in the Tournament for the wish, we didn't know you were involved, I never even heard of Revas before Rutinoi explained it. I don't think Tainted are all bad, maybe they should have their own country, I- I'm a high school student I don't know. None of this makes sense. All this 'good and evil' is making me sick. I just don't want to see more people die. I'm so tired, the last week and a half feels like months. I'm writing this on our ship right now. We'll probably leave Helfsi soon. They still haven't got all the fires out, and all I can think about is when Revas will come again. I keep seeing my friends dying, and something worse happening to me. And the only way I can think to stop it is to somehow get this across, to somehow make you understand this isn't some elaborate trick or prelude to a fight. There's NO SUCH THING as a 'Life-Seeking Blade' or legendary hero ponies, I fucking cheated. The others are autistic or literally fished out of a gutter. One of them's insane. Whatever you heard about us isn't true! [the following paragraphs are less shaky, with better hoofwriting] I died five months ago. And for those five months I kept waiting and hoping that somepony, somewhere would come and tell me it didn't have to last, that there was a way back. Fuck me right? Oh sure there's a way, you just have to get pulled into a war in outer space, and see things up close nopony should ever have to see. Maybe its a good thing I can't sleep. Lord Rozo, whoever you are, whatever is going on please just let us get to Yggrasil. Just tell the witches to leave us alone and let us get there, whatever's going on maybe we can talk to them. I think the Master is trying to push us into fighting, he thinks you're a threat to the world and he wants us to get rid of you. Maybe he's right, I don't know. I don't know, you've done such bad things, even to me but- Do I have to fight? Why can't somepony else- [this line is drawn through repeatedly, making it difficult but not impossible to read] I'm so afraid. Part of me thinks I should ball this up and try again, try to make something that looks better, that if I just make it sound good enough maybe you'll understand. That I'm tired and sick and confused and scared, terrified of you, of more killing, of seeing another town burn. Seeing more of those things eating kids, or hearing more screaming. I've never been this scared in my entire life. Please just let us go. Let us go to Yggrasil and you'll never see us again. I promise. I swear, I just want to get my life back and go home. Please. Sincerely, Alexis Gram [parts of the letter are stained slightly in tears, enough to smudge but not effect legibility]