Letter to Writer from Antagonist
To the One Who Pulls the Strings,
You made me the villain, didn’t you?
You gave her trees that whisper secrets, and you gave me fire. Convenient. Lazy, even.
But let’s talk truth.
You built a world rotting in stagnation. A forest that devours light, devours men, and calls it "balance." And when I seek to bring order, steel, and flame—to make something of this moldy world—you call me a monster.
Have you ever tried leading? Feeding mouths while roots strangle your fields? I didn't want to become this—but somebody had to stop worshiping the dirt and start shaping the future.
You write her as if she’s hope. But hope without teeth is just daydreaming.
When history remembers us, it will remember that I did something. And whether you like it or not, so will your readers.
Burn your pages, or let them bloom. But don’t pretend we’re not both part of your design.
Lord Caelen
Builder. Savior. Necessary Evil.