I decided to write to my dear old friend, Headmaster Ambrose. Look below to see the letter. Psst … there may or may not be a couple of hidden IRL parallels. ;)
Dear Headmaster Ambrose,
It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I would’ve come by, but it seems there is never a dull moment in my life. My Polaris misadventures led me to Mirage, and now I don’t know who I can trust. I guess some things never change. Though times are … troubling, I wanted to take a moment to tell you how I feel about everything. It’s hard to believe this all started four years ago when you sought me out.
First things first, thank you. Thank you for believing in me and introducing me to this strange new universe. Where I come from, magic only exists in movies and everything I knew about wizards I learned from Harry Potter (I would explain, but it’s a long story. Seriously, it spans 7 books and 8 movies). Anyway, imagine my excitement when it was revealed that I would be attending a real life wizard school! Leaving my old life behind was a tough thing to do, but you said people were in danger and how many people get to become wizards? Not many (from my world anyway). It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I’m so glad that I decided to take the leap.
My adventures in the spiral have taught me a lot. I’ve met friends and formed bonds that I never thought possible. When facing death, and I do face death A LOT, it’s important to be surrounded by people that I care about and trust. I’ve been challenged and I’ve overcome obstacles that I didn’t even know existed. A vicious 3-headed dog? Check. A robot-vampire? Check. A crazed (former) teacher who was bent on bringing back his dead wife? Check. If I started telling these stories to my friends back home, I’m pretty sure they’d think I was crazy. Luckily, I have no problem with being crazy. My point is, I’ve experienced the unimaginable and I’ve become a better person because of it.
But, not everything went well along the way. I’ve seen pain and experienced loss. An entire world was destroyed right before my eyes … and that type of tragedy sticks with you. My friends have been attacked and sometimes it feels like I’m a walking target. Saving the spiral doesn’t come without its scars and sacrifices. Both physically and mentally.
I’m not the same person you met four years ago. For better or for worse, I look at things differently. I’m not this innocent girl anymore. People look up to me and expect me to lead them. When darkness rears its head, I’m supposed to be the beacon of hope … the spiral’s savior. I just hope I don’t let everybody down.
Thanks for all that you’ve done for me and continue to do for me. No matter where the future takes me, Ravenwood will always be in my heart.