Marcus Aralais II

New London falls to the line of rebels and the remaining civilized folk flee to the last safe place they have.

To the Head of the Royal Legion

         On 18^th of March, the Great Copper City of New London, the last city state of free men and women, fell attack to the forces of the Outer Rim. They attacked from the sky at approximately 8:14 PM at such an alarming rate, with ferocious accuracy, utilizing the natural cloud covers of the steam clouds to the west, in such a manner that we were not able to amass the royal fleet in time. Their ships decimated the fighter forces. Immediately the Heads of Parliament decreed the remaining fleet shift its focus to civilian evacuation to the Sky City of Sanctum.

         Regarding the effectiveness of the remaining soldiers in evacuation of the Northern District, well done. Your efforts in organizing a swift exodus to the ports have been noted and proper compensation for your labors will be rewarded in due time.

         Regrettably, New London lies in shambles, occupied by the vermin that drove us from our glittering home and into the clouds. Scouts have attempted to assess their conquest of the city only to be captured and, presumably, killed.

         Jonathan, myself and the other Heads of Parliament fear for your wellbeing. Reports state that you were on duty in the Western Districts when the attacks hit. Lucy has been posing inquiries to Doctor Williams regarding your mental health. Please, for the sake of the poor girl, visit the Doctor.

         My daughter’s birthday falls on Sunday and my wife is having the maid bake a delectable cake. Join us for the festivities. It will look good for us all if you are noted as present.

        

Sincerely,

Second Conductor of the Inner Circle

Chief of Societal Construct

of the Great Copper City of New London

(And your friend)

Marcus Aralias 11

Author's Note

This was my summer project that I, unfortunately, was forced to abandon as classes began.