Dear Colt,
I write this to you from the depths of my heart, for it breaks to see the sorry state of the man you’ve become.
When I think back to better times, it brings a smile to my face and solace to my soul. You and I? We walked side by side as soldiers of Zion, spreading His glorious word and bringing light into the lives of those around us.
You were a man of faith. A true pillar of our blessed community.
But then you became poisoned. Not by the Liontamer, but by your own insatiable desire for a scoop on someone who had shown you nothing but kindness.
Your craving has driven you to the brink of despair as you prowl the streets of Arcadia on a fool’s quest, chasing a phantom cure you believe can save you from the anguish brought upon yourself.
Only we both know, brother, that the real antidote isn’t something you can hold in your hands. The true cure, Colt, is in Zion Himself, yet your vision has been clouded and tainted by the falsehoods you’ve come to accept.
You have isolated yourself from those who care for you.; from those who still gather each and every day to pray for your troubled soul.
They refuse to give up on you, Colt, whereas me? I know it’s already too late for you. I once told you that the healing hands of Zion are always there, waiting to lift you up and cleanse your soul of its afflictions. You can beg for His grace, admit your sins, seek His forgiveness, and the Lord will give it to you.
But don’t expect mine. You’ve made your bed among the thorns and thistles, and now you must lie in it. Every step you have taken away from our beloved church has led you deeper into the void, and now you’re lost in a darkness so profound that even the light of Zion cannot reach you.
You have strayed so far from righteousness I doubt you even remember what it feels like to bask in the warmth of Zion’s love.
Of my love, Colt.
It pains me to say this, son, but the house of Zion can no longer be your refuge. You have forsaken our love, turned your back on our grace, and for that, you are no longer welcome at our door. I cannot risk your madness tarnishing the sanctity of what lies beyond this world.
I had hoped there would come a time when you’d recognise the error of your ways and return to us, but each day you drift further away.
You have become a cautionary tale; a stark reminder to us all of what happens when one loses sight of the true path.
Your betrayal cuts deep, Colt, not just to me, but to all who loved and believed in you. Yet it is still my duty to remind you that it is never too late to seek forgiveness from Zion.
The Lord is merciful – even to those who have strayed. But regrettably and most sadly for you, my brother…
The same cannot be said for me.