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Dear Ophelia, I hope this message finds you well. We have not talked in years, I wish I had better news to tell.

Five hundred men came from the west, Your Gods symbols on their chest. The wanted our faith dead or alive. Only a handful did survive.

I have no word for the state we are in, your brother and I are the last of your kin. Your mother now rests on The Hill. And little Joy, she is missing still….

Can I ask you to come back, please? Let's unite the team we used to be. I won't question your beliefs, but I still have to ask you this:

Where is your higher power … in our darkest hour? If he is only testing your faith, that is a gruesome test to take.

You don't have to share my beliefs, just want you to come back, please. Bring your music and bring your art …to give our culture a brand new start.

Please forgive what I've done, I was not trained to raise anyone. My mistakes are too many to mention, but I always had good intentions.

But where is your higher power….. in our darkest hour? If he doesn't answer your prayers, he may be on the side of the slayers.

You don't have to share my beliefs, just want you to come back, please. I hope you find it in your heart to give me a brand new start.

You have never seen me cry but you know why this ink will never dry. Your father Josef. On the Year of Capricorn.