A letter from the past

Law turned to the young girl and held out an envelope silently. She blinked up at him, confused. Glancing at her brother, she saw him with a look of grief in his face. The only times when Destiny showed her that face was when this was connected to Horizon, the most monumental event in the history of Melidia and Terra - the catastrophe that happened twelve years ago. She was not reassured. Fate bit her lip, but took a step forward, her black cloak swishing quietly behind her. Law sighed.

"I did not take you for the uncertain type, Miss Existence."

"I am not, Sir Law. However, what is that?"

Destiny was the one who answered his twelve year old sisters question.

"That is a letter from the past you to you. We found it next you after Horizon. With it were instructions to give this to you should you ever start having nightmares about that catastrophe."

Law mutely passed the envelope to Fate and the child took it in hand, turning it over. Sure enough on the yellowed parchment she saw her name written in neat blue cursive script. There was no mistaking her own handwriting. Quietly, Fate whispered, her grey eyes widening.

"I wrote this...to myself?"

Destiny nodded, taking of his rimless glasses for a moment, his ocean blue eyes shining.

"Yes. It appears so."

Fate's grey eyes darted to him before switching to Law and a look of mistrust shadowed her young face. Destiny and Law lowered their heads. They had more than earned that look from her. She may have the appearance of a twelve year old child and she may have led the life of a child for the past twelve years, but the incident with the Wreckers two weeks ago had more than proved that she was still the same Fate that had laid down her future and essentially her life to protect humanity at Horizon. For the past twelve years they had tried to protect her from the truth, but now it appeared that that had done more harm than good. As those grey eyes bored into them both men for an instant felt as though the grown up Fate was standing there and glaring at them - she had never forgiven them when they lied to her. She may not have the same form, but the spirit remained. 

Fate sighed and sat down on the bed, her small fingers carefully prying up the flap. The silence in the room was only disturbed by the crackling of the fire. Slowly Fate extracted the yellowed paper and unfolded it. She was once again met with the words written by her hand that she had no recollection of. The letter read as such:

"To my future self,

As I sit here I know the battle approaches and I cannot help but feel uncertain. I know we are ready and I've went over the plan at least a thousand times, but this doubt gnaws at me. I know Dream and Nightmare share it too. We all feel like this is our last stand. Nevertheless, I shall not hesitate and I know neither shall they. We will protect the people we care about and we will make sure that the future exists and it is prosperous. I... I do not know what the future is like and maybe I am writing this to no one as I may cease to exist, but if I do survive somehow I doubt it shall be in this form. So, my future self I pray for one thing: "Please do not remember this.". Do not remember what led up to me giving my life, do not remember what happened before that and do not let Nightmare and Dream remember that too. Please, I beg you, do not remember this. I do not want my future self  to be the same as I am now. Please."

Fate's fingers began to tremble as memories of Horizon assaulted her mind. Tears forming on her eyes, she whispered.

"I am sorry, but I do remember. I cannot not remember that. I wish I didn't though."

Destiny picked up the letter that had fluttered to the floor and frowned when he saw the words repeated over and over again: "Please do not remember this". As he watched Fate cry, he couldn't help thinking : Please do not remember this, indeed.