18A/N: A quick introduction to this project. So in my twisted sense of festivity I have decided to tackle the month before Suikoden Day with a fanwork for each day, based on a list of prompts I got from tumblr. Length, universe, and characters vary. Have half of them written already, so I really wish FFN has some kind of post scheduling feature.
Heartfelt thanks to Suikolove for this chapter. It comes from a draft sitting in my hard disk for more than a year, alive through the conversation we have and theories we bounce.
Day 1: Your Favorite Suikoden Game
Suikoden 2-Epistolary
Buried in the stained soils of Tenzan Pass:
"...waiting for you to be home. I hope everything is well with you and Riou. Be safe.
Love, mom."
In a locked drawer of Atreides family house
"...I hope wherever you are, you are healthy and happy. I long for any piece of paper to tell me of your wellbeing, but maybe that is too big a risk to take. Perhaps this letter will never reach you, but a mother will always pray. Remember the bedtime story I used to tell you and Marco? Of the dove that could send letter to anyone, anywhere? Too bad I possess none.
Love, mom."
L'Renouille, unopened wedding presents to King Jowy and Queen Jillia
"Oh how I have fallen behind with the news! One of the perks of living in this town, I suppose. If you forgive your old mother here for her tardiness, I send along my sincerest congratulations for your promotion to the general, your marriage, and your coronation. My, don't you think they are all events befitting of a celebration? It has been a long time since we've seen each other. You must have grown handsomely, dear. I have no doubt for you to be a fine match to our beautiful princess (I'm sorry, Her Highness the Queen now). Imagine the surprise your humble mother feels the one day she wakes up in the morning and finds out she's mother to the King!
I hope the war ends soon, so I can bid goodnight to my son once again.
Love, mom."
Secured from the frontline of Matilda Castle Siege, sealed
"It must be hard on you these days. I am sorry I cannot be any bit more useful. Not when you were wrongfully accused of treachery. Not when you went to the battlefield. Not when you need someone by your side like now. Kyaro is quiet most time, tourism slowing down to a halt. I have to say sometimes it feels nicer, that now I can tend to my roses in the silence of summertime and Marco could play longer outside, but the downsides are apparent. News are scarce and slow. The war bulletin is the single most sought publication here, though what I really want is to catch a sliver of you in the pages every now and then.
Send my gratitude to Her Highness if this letter reaches you.
Love, your mom."
Under the rubble, labeled 'to the King, under inspection'
"...I believe you were doing everything within reasons, though not ones this old woman's domestic mind can fathom. Or have kingship made you so far gone? It was a lot simpler in the olden days, when we knew nothing of such ordeal. If you are reading this (why am I still keeping hopes?) chances are we have separated even further, for your father had decided to take us somewhere the war cannot touch. It pains me, but trust is dwindling with each passing days, so does hope, and despite my best efforts they keep slipping away. There is always a certain degree of foolishness you permit yourself to possess, being a mother.
I have stopped expecting a reply, only wishing to tell my son Jowy of my love. .If he is still alive somewhere.
A wishing mother."
