“Dearest Snow White,


    I know you never liked that name, so I’ll toss in an apology here. I can’t recall how many letters I’ve written you or when I last sent one, so let’s revisit the old days a bit.


    I awoke amid the tower’s ruins, surrounded by nothing. Everything was leveled—a true deadland. No Beasts, no spectral warriors, no humans, no friends. It felt like no one remained.


    For days, I dug through the wreckage, hoping for survivors. I found Muse and Lune’s bodies side by side and laid them near Mordred’s. I gathered all the Knights of Treachery around him—not alone, but with Cindy’s help. She’s the chattiest Android I’ve met, yet the smartest. Her rebuilt frame—twice as thick as a guardian Android’s—let her survive. After burying you and the others, Cindy and I rebuilt the Knights of Treachery.


    Neo Babylon’s fall didn’t end the war. Babel Corp, backed by the Aesir Council, churned out fourth-generation Androids—cold, emotionless. Cindy and I roamed battlefields, rescuing friends weary of fighting, hiding them in the forest. Olympus weakened after the Elders’ deaths, losing most territory to Midgard. But it didn’t stop there.


    Before Midgard could reach Elysium, a massive meteor struck, ravaging the world. I thought it was divine wrath—though I’d never believed in gods before. As it fell, Cindy and I held hands, bidding farewell. I thought my fate was sealed.


    Yet again, I awoke in rubble, alone. The voices in my head were gone, but I felt Hel’s presence within as I revived. When you destroyed the book, I thought you’d destroyed all the Philosopher’s Stones—but Hel’s Stone, it seems, wasn’t among them. It’s always been inside me.


    Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    I endured endless solitude. Hundreds, thousands, millions of years passed until humans reemerged. Wars persisted—from crude weapons to advanced tech, with faint traces of magic lingering, though not as prevalent as in our time.


    I wandered, sharing our story. I translated it into countless languages, spreading it across history. Some embraced it; others deemed it fiction. I’ve been burned as a witch, beheaded a few times. It didn’t faze me—Hel’s Stone always brought me back.


    I met friends across eras but kept my distance. Loss still haunts me after all this time. Once, I joined knights in Europe to stop a mad mage reviving Beasts. He succeeded briefly, but my friends and I ended him.


    As I write this, rain falls outside—not the downpour of Battlefield No. 7, but a gentle spring shower. A few years back, I adopted three kids from an orphanage when it closed. They call me ‘Mom,’ though I’m still adjusting. Raising kids isn’t my forte, and I dread the day I’ll lose them too.


    I can’t forget you. Though we were together briefly, you’re one of the most important parts of my life. I’ve wanted to say this forever but lacked the courage. I love—”


    “Boring!”


    “Kiddo, didn’t you beg to watch Iris and Joshua play basketball? Now you’re bored?”


    “You got here two hours early, Mom! It’s raining outside, so we’re stuck, and you’ve been writing that letter forever. Who’s it for?”


    “A friend of mine.”


    “Who? Are they nearby?”


    “No, she’s probably still roaming the world.”


    “I wanna travel everywhere someday too!”


    “Finish your cake first, then go wherever. Don’t you always rave about this shop’s pastries?”


    “Eating it now! The rain’s stopped—let’s get ready!”


    The sky cleared post-rain, a soft breeze tousling my hair. I took the little one to the park where Iris and Joshua played basketball. I’d never been a mom, nor good with kids, but I’m lucky they’re growing up strong.


    “Mom, I wanna play basketball too!”


    “Sure, but be careful—everyone’s bigger than you…”


    “I know! Wish me luck!”


    She reminds me of my old friend—platinum hair, innocent yet fierce. Those sweet memories make me smile.


    “Good luck, Snow!”