Post by Ibrahim Bashar on May 27, 2024 13:08:46 GMT -5
[For Ares Bashar | documenting the death of Paris, Lisette and Ravi]
They had been in Cambria for a few days now. So far, the tour had been just okay. Ibrahim was far more interested in Coheed than he was in Cambria. The sun had reached its highest point of the day already and the afternoon had started. Ibrahim was resting in his tent with Ares when someone announced themselves at the 'door'. Ibrahim let the person in, a bit confused and immediately worried when he recognised one of the Bashar servants. The man had traveled from Lakeview Keep to Cambria by horse, with a letter.
"What's this?" he asked, holding the letter and glaring at the servant. "I- I think it's best that you- you read it, my lord", the young man said with a high-pitched voice. When Ibrahim broke the seal on the letter, the servant left the tent.
The older man sat down at the table and looked over at Ares. "Come, boy, sit", he said, gesturing at the other chair at the table.
The letter was from his wife, Julene.
Ibrahim read through the letter a few times, refusing to believe what was written on it. "No", he said softly, dropping the letter (which would give Ares the opportunity to pick it up and read it). "No, no no no." His beloved daughter. His son. All because of Ravi and the curse his sister had put on him (they still didn't know it was a mental health issue). Ibrahim slammed his fists on the table and got up from his chair, rubbing his beard. "It isn't possible", he mumbled to himself, heading towards the whiskey bottle on the table next to his bed to fill a glass.
They had been in Cambria for a few days now. So far, the tour had been just okay. Ibrahim was far more interested in Coheed than he was in Cambria. The sun had reached its highest point of the day already and the afternoon had started. Ibrahim was resting in his tent with Ares when someone announced themselves at the 'door'. Ibrahim let the person in, a bit confused and immediately worried when he recognised one of the Bashar servants. The man had traveled from Lakeview Keep to Cambria by horse, with a letter.
"What's this?" he asked, holding the letter and glaring at the servant. "I- I think it's best that you- you read it, my lord", the young man said with a high-pitched voice. When Ibrahim broke the seal on the letter, the servant left the tent.
The older man sat down at the table and looked over at Ares. "Come, boy, sit", he said, gesturing at the other chair at the table.
The letter was from his wife, Julene.
My dear Ibrahim,
It is sad news I bear. It has taken me many attempts to write this letter.
Yesterday night, I was awoken by screams coming from the bedrooms. At first I thought nothing of it, because I could clearly hear Ravi, and we know what he is like. But then I realised that more people were screaming, and that I smelled smoke. Oh Ibrahim, it was horrible. The servants were trying to douse the fire, but the worst had already happened. Ravi had set fire to Violet, Paris and Lisette's bedrooms, for reasons unknown to us. Violet survived, but Ravi, Paris and Lisette lost their lives. [ tear stain on paper, smudged word ] too late to change what had happened. There will be a funeral for them in four days. Please return to me. I cannot deal with this alone.
Yours truly,
Julene Bashar
Ibrahim read through the letter a few times, refusing to believe what was written on it. "No", he said softly, dropping the letter (which would give Ares the opportunity to pick it up and read it). "No, no no no." His beloved daughter. His son. All because of Ravi and the curse his sister had put on him (they still didn't know it was a mental health issue). Ibrahim slammed his fists on the table and got up from his chair, rubbing his beard. "It isn't possible", he mumbled to himself, heading towards the whiskey bottle on the table next to his bed to fill a glass.