2Ny5623 - Micon Apeth Jesschalens 2.Brief; private
27th International Date Stamp July 5616, 18:27 Time; Jallpornescha (*)
From: Micon Apeth Jeccschalen; private (**)
To: La Mec Shir Rafaelle
Rafaelle.
You see, this is not a letter to the Ambassador of the Doge IRJ Velaa, but the letter from a father to his son.
The last Council meeting under the moon of the first was a decade ago to an end, and my own push for the internal release of Velaa against the interstellar races in the secret ballot was rejected once again. This
to Content of what you'll learn more through formal channels as our ambassador.
I am now trying to transform my ideas with new actions, but I heard were rumors that even Jürnjacob, my old friend and valued belonging to a direction that does not mean by the cover. It hurts to have to lose a long-time colleague, because separate views and knowledge today.
The last thing Velaa need now are internal political disputes between the two highest worldwide. Jürnjacob is an Elemental as you, he has power, influence, and his Armada, which stands at his side. I have this gift, which has its two can never understand and I am fully aware that this ignorance both of us, the Father and Son, much more isolated from each other has before I could have prevented. Ignorance is a Rafaelle Velaaner not understand.
Many comments on my part towards you, I feel sorry for that matter, but I need your help. I need your knowledge, your eyes, your ears. I need your other skills that I have so much condemned. Eleftheria me for that matter often opens the eyes. She tells me that all this does not fit the image that I put together myself in your childhood. You are a private individual, have developed up and think independently.
I live maybe too long but I am not willing either to give up my thinking nor my son. Hence my call for help to you. The Doge of aristocrats descends from his pedestal and extends your hand.
Mec Shir La Aelle, please help me. Your father
The road was still wearing clothes Rafaelle helped him not really remembering what had just hours earlier in Aeolia crossed his path. The Velaaner was recovered and not of anyone, but by his father.
:: Come to me, then I can protect you,:: was the first one could really think about the Rafaelle, then started his brain to the ancient functions of his knowledge, his own experience of life to resume and to search for solutions.
Rafaelle looked down at himself and found the Aleflasche, which he still held in his hands. Fucking swill that he tasted and he had awarded plentiful. Hard he fell on his backside and accurate stretched out his legs.
The sand was hot again, the sea like a mirror surface and the palm trees on the horizon with its shadow as far away as the next galaxy.
(*) on Velaa era, seven years too little (just like the missing seven years after the birth of Christ)
(**) Micon, personal note, that the name is copyrighted by Marion Zimmer Bradley, one of her novel "The Fall of Atlantis", simply put, because it fits so well with Rafaelle father.
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