He unfolded it with care, the old paper crinkling in his hands.
Rowen,
If you're reading this, you've just returned from your Awakening.
If you awakened, then congratulations. I'm proud of you. Use the crystal I left you to grow stronger. It's yours now, and it's rare. Rarer than anything I could ever explain.
If you didn't awaken… don't be disheartened.
The crystal still holds value. Sell it. Use the money to buy a good home in the upper district. Live peacefully. Live comfortably. That's what I want for you.
The pendant, though—that belongs to you. By blood.
I know you've suspected this… but it's time I said it plainly:
I'm not your real grandfather.
I raised you as best I could. I never told you where you came from because the truth was... too heavy for a child. Maybe it still is. But someday you'll learn it.
And no matter what path you walk—awakened or not—you'll always be my grandson.
Live well, Rowen.
Take care of yourself.
Grandpa always loves you.
