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"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
--From Hamlet (I, v, 166-167)

Do you believe in immortality? It is a question that man has been asking themselves since the beginning of time. But I am not writing this because I want to explain why men does things. I am writing this because it is true. Because you are one of us. Yes, these words sound like the ranting of a crazed old man, but they are the truth. Truer than fairytales. Sirarie, you are like your father. You are like me. You will never grow old, and dieing is not something you need ever concern yourself with. Because, I know that after two millennia that you are truly one of the immortalis. You will never believe me until you see for yourself; one of these days you will.

It is a trait that I never would have bestowed upon anyone, especially your father. He does not disserve what I have made him. He does not disserve to be forced to live with the pain of your mother’s death. Yes, I know that it is my fault, that I should have never been so foolish, and so you may blame me for this curse. I would not hold it against you.

But you do not know who I am. I am your grandfather; I doubt Adeni will speak much of me. And I am one as well, like yourself. Trust me when I say that immortality is not pleasant. But I do know that he will help you, and when I can get over my need for killing, I will as well. Until then, Sirarie, fare well. Do not die before the day we meet again.

Kazeielan Caenust

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The apartment is empty. Adeni and Sirarie have left, though I am not sure where they went. All the better for me. There is a trunk at the foot of Adeni’s bed, filled with various items he has collected over the centuries; the perfect place to hide my letter, knowing that if she is anything like her father, she will go looking for things about her mother. I lift the heavy oaken lid with one finger, finding it nearly weightless under my touch, as many things have been recently. I take one last second to run my eyes over the narrow, perfectly spaced, calligraphic writing, making sure that it is what I wish to say, and bury it hastily under the piles of paper as I hear the car pull into the parking lot. The lid shuts with a faint click as I walk into the living room, sitting on the couch in time for Adeni to unlock the door and lightly push Sirarie ahead of him. He waves vaguely, and I nod in return, smiling.
“Where did you go?” I ask, and though my curiosity is true, I do not think he wishes to speak. He hasn’t for the last month, since Finnea’s death. But I’ve been forcing him, making him get out of bed and go to work, to speak when I ask a question. Maybe it is fatherly instinct, maybe for the slight chance that he will not become as his predecessor has.
“Some burger store,” Adeni says with a shrug. He tosses his keys onto the countertop, opens the fridge and grabs a can of soda. He plops onto the couch, staring at the blank television screen. I decide to take charge for the moment.
“Why don’t you go get in bed, Si. I’ll be there in a minute,” I say, leaning over the back of the couch.
“I don’t wanna!” she says, crossing her arms, trying to look defiant.
“You’re going to anyway,” I say, standing and setting my slowly-warming beer on the coffee table. “C’mon.”
“No,” she says, attempting to look pouty. She glares at me and I smile.
“Too bad,” I say, laughing and lifting her over my shoulder. She throws a tantrum as I drop her onto her bed.
“I don’t wanna!” she says, beating her little fists on her pillow.
“C’mon. Maybe we’ll go somewhere if you behave,” I say with a smile as I lean against the doorframe.
“Really?” she asks, all traces of her fit are gone.
“Sure.”
“Promise?”
“Definitely,” I say as I kneel down beside her bed. She runs her fingers through the shadows on my arm, as she has so often made a habit of. She grabs my hand twisting it around and staring at the darkness. Fearless, as always, even of me.
“Story?” she asks, smiling.
“Not tonight,” I say, ruffling her hair, “Now go to sleep.”
“Okay,” she says, smiling and wrapping her arms around my neck. I kiss her on the forehead before getting up and turning out the light.
“G’night,” I say, as I shut the door.
“’Night!” she says, waving.

Adeni is still sitting like the living dead on the couch when I return. I sit on a stool by the counter for a while, contemplating on whether I should tell him my plan or not. I sigh, finally deciding that he has the right to know.
“I’m leaving,” I say, breaking the tense silence. He turns to face me, shock making his pale green eyes wide.
“W-What?” he asks, tripping over his words, trying to comprehend.
“You heard me. It’s hell living so close to those who… Those who did what they did to her,” I say, trying to use words that would be the gentlest way possible.
“And do you know how bad it is for me?” he says, his voice low, dripping in controlled anger, “How hard it is to get out of bed every morning, to see her gone?”
“You know I do,” I say, staring at the ground, “But she made me promise. She made me promise not to kill them.”
Adeni stands, walking over to me, his eyes fierce. “That’s because she knew you would. And she did not want deaths blamed one her.”
“I know,” I say, looking controlled as ever.
“Then how can you even mention killing them?” he says, his voice raising slowly.
“I didn’t say I was going to kill them. I only said that I was leaving so I wouldn’t. My control has been… slipping recently,” I meant it merely as a way to prove my point. It came out as a threat.
“Slipping? Because you’re mourning?” Adeni asks, a bitter smile on his face.
“Yes, if you must know,” I stand and my shoulder hits his, shoving him aside. I keep my eyes on the ground for a while. “But if you would have let me finish, I would have said that I wasn’t leaving for another week or so. I’m going to need a place to stay; Fiamme is helping me clear that up.”
“But what am I going to do after you leave? How can you guess that I won’t go insane? End up like you, and all,” he says, almost mocking in his tone.
“Because I trust you,” I say, turning to face him. He looks surprised. “Yes, Adeni, I trust you. I would trust you with my life.”
His mouth hangs open slightly. “You… What?”
“Are you going deaf?” I ask him, raising a brow. He shakes his head and plops onto the couch. “You know my cell number, if you have to reach me,” I remind him. He nods, looking startled still.

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This is still a W.I.P., obviously. But you really won't understand it unless you get some of the backstory.

First off: Kaze has a son, a.k.a. Adeni. Anyway, Adeni ends up falling in love with this chick, and having a kid with her. She ends up getting assassinated, thus aking him a bit of an emokid for a while.
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