Dearest Darial,

We faced the Reaper at last. It rose taller than towers, its every swing birthing spawn. The ground quaked with their steps.

Jack shouted over the roar: “Together!”

Emily’s arrows flew until her quiver lay empty. Tina raised the fallen with laughter that turned to courage. Xty’s bolts flashed like fireworks, her voice ringing with joy even in battle: “Watch this, John!”

Bam Bam vanished, then struck from behind, his knives finding seams in shadow. Albee’s rings burned bright, her face pale but steady.

I fought too, every strike drawn from thoughts of you.

At last, Jack’s blade struck true, Bam Bam’s knives tore deeper, and Albee’s light burst into the Reaper’s chest. It screamed, then stilled. The spawn crumbled to ash.

We had won. By John’s shield, by Jack’s words, by all of us together - we had won.

Always yours,
Kyle