01-09-2013, 08:35 PM
Quote:Dear Alicia,
I'm not sure if you're there. I'm not sure if this will get to you. I'm not sure if you're even alive, but I need to try.
I've been undead since that fateful day in Stratholme when we separated. I prayed and prayed that you survived, hoped that one day I would find you again. At first it was the thought that perhaps things could go back to normal, but I know that not to be possible now. All I seek now is closure. To make sure you're okay.
I serve the Ebon Blade now, a Death Knight. Hated knights, you know that, yet here I am. Ashamed of my actions, yet I can't help but feel a little pride in what I feel is my redemption. Hopefully when I pass away one day, I'll have earned forgiveness from the Light.
Regardless. Send a reply to Dalaran if you get this, it will reach me eventually.
With Love,
Versich Devosh
The Death Knight sighed, peering down at the letter one last time before sealing it up. Slipping it into the mailbox before a soul could notice him, he turned to depart. His lips tightened, eyes narrowing softly as he peered over his shoulder at the mailbox. Part of him wanted someone to go there right now and immediately deliver it. But... patience was necessary.
He waited this long.
He could wait another day. Or week. Or... however long it took.