11 September, 1875
Dear Mum,
I've sent you letters, each with explanation. And recently I've found
great comfort in telling the unvarnished truth in them. I have neither
time nor heart for either, just the sting of knowing the only one I can
talk now will not read this (unintelligible) may be the last I will
send.
Mum, I am cursed and I am afraid. The mystic ladies who were there
believe it not to be true, but I think they are denying what will
likely happen to them, also. I was searching for my god-child, who has
been kidnapped. I have not yet found him, nor his mother who also is
searching, but I did find a pack of faoladh, I have been savagely bit
and yet live to tell the tale. The mystics believe you have to be
properly cursed or somesuch. I know that him who is bit by the were be
cursed.
With my size and strength, I cannot fathom the damage such a feral
beast constructed of my body could do. Such a beast could threaten
everyone that I care for, so I have thought on the matter carefully,
and use my good judgement to ask the aid of the person I feel I can
count on to act appropriately, should my worst fears be confirmed.
Know that if this is to be my last letter to you, that my thoughts now
are of you.
Your loving son,
S
11 September, 1875
Dear Lady Copperthwaite,
We have had the opportunity to discuss my fears regarding the results
of the encounter with the were-folk. I need to ask a great favor of you
in the interest of safety to everyone of our group and of the larger
public of this region. I do not know what, if any, measures that Mrs.
Salmaline or Mrs. Frazier are taking in the event of our transformation
into faoladh, but I know that with my greater size and strength, my
transformation may prove the greatest threat to face.
I have instructed my valet, Bay, to locate bullets made of silver and
rubbed in mountain ash for your pistol. Should I transform, and should
I not be able to control what is happening, I wish for you to eliminate
that threat. To be clear, shoot me through the heart, if I transform
and am not clearly in control. ONLY if I transform. And ONLY if I can
not control it. If I attack the group, shoot me immediately. If not,
wait to confirm if I have control. Wait a SUFFICIENT amount of time. If
I have no control, or none to communicate to you, shoot me. If I can
control this, I do dearly wish to repay those who have brought this
fate upon me.
I can ask that you ask to keep this matter discrete, but I know you. I
ask you knowing that if all the worst shall happen, you will not
hesitate to do the right thing for the greater good of the group, and
that you will not miss.
Your friend,
Seamus Michael O'Flahertyl
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