The Rogue Legacy

Follow-up from the last Shadownight Legacy. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, this is going to be awesome! :o

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52. 33 - A Letter from Midnight Shadownight-Rogue to "Sugarcube" Rogue

Hey Aldrin (Sugarcube),

You officially have a brother.
And guess what, guess what, guess what!
HIS NAME IS EOMER.
YES, YOU READ THAT RIGHT. YOU HAVE A BROTHER CALLED EOMER.
Although, your father's playing a very interesting game of "I'm Going to Call My Son Something Else" and has so far called your brother Pete, Johann and Clay.
Seriously, you shouldn't feel so bad every time Thomas insists on calling you Simon.
Except, you have a lasting memory and Eomer doesn't quite yet, so...

Wait.
What was I saying?
Oh, right: GET BACK TO ME ON THIS A.S.A.P!!
Look at that, TWO exclamation-points! You know how rare those are.

I miss you guys. The house is so quiet and there's nearly nothing to do. The other day, I was knitting! KNITTING! K-N-I-T-T-I-N-G!
I hope you guys find Cortés, sock him in the wiener and come home soon.
And tell Bex to hang in there. Men can be so... primitive. With a few exceptions, of course. But it's good to know you guys are coping.

Oh, don't be so dramatic! Amethyst's gentleman-friend is an absolute delight. Nothing too rough and nothing too... Ted-ish. Just right, if you ask me. And quite the fighter, I'm told.
I CAN FINALLY PUT THAT TO THE TEST NOW, YUSS! I CAN FIGHT AGAIN!

Oh, um, when you get back, how do you feel about escorting Annabeth to Temple Mount in the Holy Land? Ask Bex the same thing please, Annabeth is definitely going - I just want someone to go with her.

And that's... all, I think. Aww, I want this letter to be longer, but you're probably sick of this already. Reading isn't your thing and that's fine. And I'm insufferable, which is just wonderful. Perfect trait for a mother, right?

I'll let you go now.
Love,
Mumsy.



P.S.: Don't trust Vasquez. Put a question mark on everything he says and put an exclamation point on everything he does. That man lost his mind many, many years ago. I can't come flying to the rescue any time soon, so please: be careful. You and Bex both. Please.


P.P.S.: You're hanging out with pirates?
And their rum?
And their shanties?
And their whores?

You come back with a big weird smile on your face, young man, and I will know.

I.
Will.
Know.

You got that, Cotton-Tail? ;P

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