Dear Hope,

I received your letter. I wish I was there to help you, but that are a million reasons why I can't. I know that your entire life you had everything you could possibly think of asking for and that your father protected you from all the cruelty in this world. And yet you always felt an absence, a gap in your heart. Your father fulfilled the role of the entire world for you, but in the end, he was not enough. The world he created was not enough.

You would have been exactly like your mother, if circumstances had been different. I know that you never met her, and probably don't even fully understand the concept of a mother, but you will soon. That gap in your heart will fill. You should know that she's very proud of you.

You have a lot in front of you, Hope. A lot of terrible things, but also a lot of wonderful things. The time is coming for you to be the ray of sun which will shatter the all-consuming darkness.

Words that lives like yours have always been written by were once written by a poet, long, long ago.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

You may not realize it now, but you are that caged bird. The graveyard of all the things that never happened is growing and splitting the world at your feet. As soon as you stop looking down and turn your head to look at the skies you have always been shielded from, you will sing the most earth shattering song in all of history. You will break free from the bonds and grow wings, but even I can not control whether you will keep them or not; that part is entirely up to you.

I can't control as much as all of you think I can. The truth is, I never intended any of this to happen. I truly wanted this to be a happy story where everybody got what they wanted, but that's not the way the world works, and it's not the way a story like this works. I was swept up in a story much too powerful, with characters the likes of which I have never encountered, and a plot with a life of its own. In truth, all I can do now is play along and try to end it well. I've tried to keep up the illusion of an omnipotent being, but at this point the story controls me, and all I can do is stop it from crushing all of us completely. Remember always, Hope: You are a leader. You bring light to the darkest moments, you can sing when everybody is afraid even to open their mouths.

I believe in you Hope,

and I'm sorry for everything that this story put you through.

Sincerely,

The Narrator.