If I Never Knew You Letter #3

Erza Kirkland
60-42-015
Siberia, Russia

John Doe

11-52-004

Wammy's House, England

My dearest John,

How I wish you'd let me use your name! I hate loving you secretly. I know we've been texting and calling, but I just had to write at least once. I miss you terribly. All the boys have treated my like perfect gentlemen. Feli was the only one who flirted even a little and I'm sure he didn't mean it. I wrote a poem just for you!

The snow flutters to the ground.

I can't help but think of you.

I hear your voice all around.

And in my heart, I know you're true.

I can't help but think of you.

You visit me in dreams at night.

And in my heart, I know you're true.

But then you're gone in morning light.

You visit me in dreams at night.

I heard your voice all around.

But then you're gone in morning light.

When the snow flutters to the ground.

Proof that I am thinking of you. I wrote Kid about you. I hope he approves. I know you think it's silly, but he's my best friend and 4th cousin. His opinion matters as much as my parents. In a few days I'll see him and you again. My two important men. I'll let you solve your puzzles now. 

XOXO Love,

                    Erza Kirkland

If I Never Knew You Letter #2

Death the Kid
42-42-564
Death City, Japan

Erza Kirkland

60-42-015

Siberia, Russia

Dear Erza,

I'm glad to hear you're doing good. I can't wait to see you as well. You know I've never been one for writing on paper, or writing in general. Has it really been 3 years since we've last seen each other?

Not much has happened here. Liz and Patty keep me somewhat sane. Make and Soul are officially dating now. took them long enough. Black Star is still annoying, though Tsubaki has mellowed him a little bit. Just a little, like a grain of sand. The little d**k.

I've been taking really good pictures lately. I have to tell you about this waterfall I found. There was a blanket of moss on the rocks sleeping next to it and the water swayed like drying blankets in a crisp summer wind. I closed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming. When I opened my eyes, the blanket of water continued to flow in a soft symphony sound. It was like the gently flow of an oboe and not the raucous blast of a trumpet. I sat down and almost didn't want to nap a picture and invade the peace. But I snapped it anyway and now I have a picture worth a million words.

I can't wait to show you around. Kiku's been in thought with me as well, so I'll be with him at the airport when you come. John sounds like a wonderful guy, but I can't be sure until I meet him. As long as he doesn't hit my shoulders. I'll see you in the next few weeks, but for now I have to deal with some keshan. 

Your friend,

                   Death the Kid

If I Never Knew You Letter #1

Erza Kirkland
60-42-015
Siberia, Russia

Death the Kid

42-42-564

Death City, Japan

Dear Death the Kid,

Darkness falls in the city.

Darkness falls in the city.

Light illuminates my thoughts.

Light illuminates my thoughts.

My thoughts falls in darkness.

The city illuminates light.

Please don't leave me.

Please don't leave me.

I never wanted to be abandoned.

I never wanted to be abandoned.

To be never wanted me.

Please. I don't leave abandoned.

Words fly across the page.

Words fly across the page.

I think I'm going crazy.

I think I'm going crazy.

Going crazy, I think I'm across.

The page fly words.

Thoughts fly across crazy.

Words illuminates my abandoned darkness.

Please falls going in the city.

Don't I never think I'm me?

I wanted to be the page.

Light. Leave.

It's called a paredell. I wrote it thinking of you. Please excuse my imperfect writing. I'm trying my best. Now, onto my letter. I've been travelling this summer. Arthur met me in England and Francis took me through France. Then Antonio showed me Spain. Lovino picked me up and we took a short boat ride to Italy. I got seasick and Lovi cussed at the captain. Feliciano was thrilled when we landed. After I stopped wanted to throw up, we had pasta. Lots and LOTS of pasta. all the countries had to show me around. It was an interesting way to tour Europe. I'm in Russia with Ivan now. He gave me a bouquet of sunflowers. They're beautiful. I'm on the Trans-Siberian Railroad train right now. I'll be in Japan in two weeks. Kiku's metting me at the airport and taking me straight to Death city. I can't wait to see you again. Has it really been 7 years since high school and 3 since we last saw each other face to face? I be you haven't changed at all. It's sad we won't be able to spend much time together, but it's all precious. I almost don't want to go back to work.

John is meeting me at the airport as well. You'll get to meet him face to face. I hope you approve. You know how important it is for me that you do. I've already told you all about him, but he's so adorable and sweet! Just like his cake he always eats.

I hope everything is well in Death City. Until I see you next Kid!

Your friend forever,

Erza Kirkland                                                                              

If I Never Knew You

June 6, 2072

These letters are what remains of the correspondence between my mother, her best friends, and my father between the years 2022-2025. Mom gathered and saved them carefully in her last years. She died May 14, 2072.

Let's Talk Chat Rooms

I guess I'm actually going to try and blog and we'll see who actually cares, but as a Senior in High School graduating in two weeks, my life is very interesting. We'll start with something that happened recently.

About a week ago, due to mere boredom, I decided to enter a chat room. It was the worst decision of my life! Not only was everyone only looking for sex/sexting they all acted incredibly stupid. And as soon as I logged on as a young female, I didn't give my real age, all the supposedly male users were on me like...like...a moth on a light. But not as graceful. More like a bunch of sea lions coming out of the sea. It was embarrassing for the male population. These "men" (because you can never be sure on the internet. I am not criticizing their manhood based on their actions) are the reason men have a bad reputation in our society.

The one "man" (see previous quotation marks note) that was decent that spoke with me was actually a delight. He used proper grammar, capitalization, punctuation, and made no attempted to ask me about my relationship status or location. We actually had a very decent conversation until I decided I wanted to go to sleep.

Okay, so what I'm trying to say is that you really should listen when people tell you not to go onto chat rooms. Because you really don't know what's going on and who's there. Unless you make a private chat room only for you and your friends, but with text nowadays you don't really need that. Also, chat rooms are capable of destroying your sanity. So. Many. Idiots. And they're all obsessed with sex. Unless you're into that kind of stuff, in which case my blog is probably not for you, do not enter a public chat room! Let me repeat. DO. NOT. ENTER A PUBLIC CHAT ROOM! If you're anything like me, you will regret it. But on the other hand, if you're anything like me, you now need to see what I'm talking about. If this is the case, please. Please! Do not use your real name or anything that could be used to trace you. Also, enter your age as something not your real age. So teens, because I'm guessing that's my audience, should enter their age as something in the 20's. \

Please be careful out there on the interwebs guys!

E.K. out!

My Favorite Poem Is...

Footprints in the Sand


        One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
             Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
                  In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
                       Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
                           other times there were one set of footprints.

                                  This bothered me because I noticed
                                that during the low periods of my life,
                             when I was suffering from
                         anguish, sorrow or defeat,
                     I could see only one set of footprints.

          So I said to the Lord,
      "You promised me Lord,
         that if I followed you,
             you would walk with me always.
                   But I have noticed that during
                          the most trying periods of my life
                                 there have only been one
                                       set of footprints in the sand.
                                           Why, when I needed you most,
                                          you have not been there for me?"

                                 The Lord replied,
                          "The times when you have
                  seen only one set of footprints,
          is when I carried you."
                                                   Mary Stevenson


This is my favorite poem, because I am a very religious person and this poem came to me at a time when I most needed it. It reminds me that the Lord is always there for me, no matter what I may do or what may happen.

A Royal Legacy-Excerpt

Alexia-Chapter One

The crowd around me cheered for blood. The blood of the last royal as she made the lonely trek towards the guillotine. He long black hair was dirty and hugged pieces of leaves and twigs close. Her green eyes held the smoke of a fire recently put out. She looked at me briefly, before turning her head upwards towards the leader of the revolution that demanded her death. I followed her gaze and gripped my younger brother, Jammy’s hand tightly. Dad had told us not to come. That we weren’t allowed. But we came anyway. Our leader looked down on her with cold eyes that broke my heart.

“Any last words?” the executioner asked. She continued to look up into the balcony seat where our leader sat.

“I love you!” she shouted. Her voice was carried away by the screams of the people around me. She kneeled and placed her head under the blade. I turned my brother around, hugging him to my chest tightly, and covering his ears. I looked back up to our leader. I could see his will cracking as he suddenly stood and gripped the railing of the balcony.

“No! No, stop!” he yelled. His voice was ignored as the blade dropped. With a sickening sound, the deed was done. I grabbed my brother’s hand and ran through the crowd back home. Tears were in both of our eyes as we weaved in and out of people, desperate to get back to the safety of our house. No one noticed us and we made it back quickly.

“Well? Did you see?” Grandma asked from her chair by the fire. Her gray hair was pulled  back into a tight bun and she looked at us with sad brown eyes. I nodded, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. Grandma opened her arms to us. Jammy went running to her and sobbed against her. I remained where I was.

“I’m going to my room,” I stated, before running there. I locked the door behind me and sat on the bed. Grabbing my pillow, I hugged it close to myself and cried. I looked down and noticed a stack of papers that were bound together. With a shaking hand, I reached out and grabbed them. On the front, in elegant script were the words, “The Last Royal.” I flipped the page open and began reading.


A note from Erza: This is an idea that I've been nurturing for quite a few years. It started when I was learning about the French revolution and I came up with the idea of an Anastasia like Princess set in a French culture in a fictional world. It's only recently that I've decided to start from Alexia's point of view. I'm really excited to continue writing this and hope you, dear readers, enjoy it.