Dear Little One (January 9, 1:23pm- A Letter from the War Across Time)

I have decided to start publishing my creative writings. Below is the first one I published https://medium.com/@rachelcalkins22

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Dear little one,



I write to you to share joyous news. Though the war wages on, major victories have been won this week. And that, my beloved child, is worth celebrating.

I write to you from across the expanse of time. I write this letter to you from the midst of this war so that you will take heart and know that I am still here, still fighting, still thriving. Our enemy failed to destroy us thanks to your strength and the courage you possess. 

You were just a child when this war began. But you were forced to become a soldier when you had barely just learned to walk. And you were only 17 when the second war began.

You should have been studying, preparing to go off to college, but instead you were fighting for your life. The first war had barely just ended. You had hardly been able to enjoy a few years of prosperity and peace in your little meadow before you had to leave it all behind to fight yet another war.

This time, it would not be your own village who would wage war against you as before. This time, it would be false heroes from a far away land. 

False heroes who saw from afar how weary you had become from nearly two decades of war within your own village, there in your meadow. Their eyes would light up with greed when they learn how frail you had become from enduring years of violence.

They thought to themselves, surely we can finish her off. Her village failed to destroy her, but we are all powerful and all knowing, we are cunning as a fox, we will entrap her and then erase her. We can claim her kingdom and she will fall. 

So they lied to you, didn’t they…..beloved. They held out their hand to offer you help. They claimed they would send resources to aid in the rebuilding of your meadow. But once you entered their gates it was too late. Though it was not your fault, you realized too late that you had entered the stronghold of the enemy as their gate latched behind you. They thought they had surely won the war.

But little one, my beloved, how wrong they were. I write this to let you know we have made substantial unbelievable progress in this war.

I, alongside the leaders of what was your little meadow, your little village, have worked to repair and rebuild. Not restoring what was, for you cannot restore what never was. But to build something new from the ashes. And with my meadow and my home restored, I have had the strength to fight on for you. Little me, you would be proud to see the progress I have made in this war.

I escaped the stronghold the false heroes built to imprison and erase you. I have claimed victories over their cities, and as I claim them, I take back your kingdom. 

The war wages on now as it has always. But, now the war is not constant. There are times of peace as well as times of turmoil. Now, there is balance.

So I write from the battlefield to you, across the expanse of time. May this letter find you and give you strength to keep fighting. May our mother earth guard you and nourish you always. May the sun lend you her strength and the moon provide her peace.

Keep fighting my beloved child and know that I will be waiting here for you to carry on the mantle and the fight, to build on the dreams and hopes that you kept alive for so long.

Much Love,

Rachel Ann