Has it been two years
already since I have been with the only family I've known? After moving
to Ballicastle lands and the blunders I made along the way I felt ashamed for disgracing the
Frasier name. I was not at rest with myself. My blatant womanizing , scandalous flirting
and love affairs are things I feel were as if I was another person. I
was too young to know what love was and only led myself and others on.
That person was not the one that was truly inside. As things got out of hand, a lot to
do with my actions, I knew it was time to find the missing parts
that had been kept away.
It was to France that
I went to find my mother's family. I had only known the Frasier side and
now know it was the best side. It was something I had to find out. There
had been a lot of deceit, blackmail and stealing of properties since she
left to marry my father. My two uncles, who names I will not mention at
this point for disgust, had squandered the family's estates and fortunes away in
gambling. Now I know where I have it in my blood from. The only
difference is that I am tempered by the intelligence of the Frasier. I
gradually worked my
way up into the Elite.
I took the time to buy all the right clothes to
fit amongst them. The right brand of cigarillos and cigars as has been the
met the right people who were friends of friends and worked up a
reputation of being a gambler to beat. Charm and wit went far with
certain ladies, the wit to keep me out of their bed without losing their
help. Duels to retain honor were fought religiously, I didn't care to be
in one of them.
France is a beautiful
country but my experiences here over the past two years in finding that elusive other half
of my linage, proved to be discouraging. The estates that would have been my
and in turn mine, were left to ruins as far as the manor, staff quarters
and even the grounds. They were fought over,
and changed hands so many times with the turn of a card, the property and buildings on
it were left neglected. The ownership papers the only bargaining factor.
I had walked the halls hearing the centuries
that had been better when the family held together. My grandfather had
remarried to an unscrupulous woman and what had been family, what had
been heritage, was lost. The scene from the balcony of the expansive
master bedroom was breathtaking. If one were to believe in a God, they
would find him here or so inspired. The dust of many centuries, however,
had collected in those very halls and the voices that had filled it long
I was determined to
win it all back and so followed the rumors to the one that held the
deeds last. An
insufferable Frenchman that would have choked on the smoke of the rancid
cigars he chose if he knew I was not fully French and allowed into his
home. I had used my
mother's maiden name while here. The room was so smoke filled one need not
light up to inhale. Muirn de LaPlur was sure he would have even greater fortunes
when I was welcomed in on the game. Rumors were easily enough spread to
hint that I was a rich man in disguise, that the clothes I wore bespoke
as much even with the more nonchalant bearing perpetrated.
I had him where I wanted, in the palm
of my hand. I won a round, and would lose a few even though the cards would
have won. I played him as surely as the cards being dealt. The
excitement to build up as The Hand was finally dealt and the stakes
brought in my mothers estates of Laurel Hills against a prize stallion I
managed to get my hands on. The pitch of fever was high when I laid the
three aces over queens. The fury contained in Muirn, I knew he would
find another way to get back what he lost.
Your letters found me,
Hannah, eventually and discreetly they caught up, but I did not answer them for I did
not know how to respond. I could not and chance being found out. They
were life savers for me for when I was drawn to despair. That which I had no
control over and my hands feeling as if they were tied. I know now I was
to come here and set what had been wrong to right. I had owed this to my
mother long after her death. I feel she will be able to rest in peace
now that I have accomplished this. I used the other monies won to set
the estate back into repairs.
Your words inspired
me each and every time I read them over. I was given heart again. You had
always believed in me, cousin, when all others would give up. I do not
begrudge how Patrick reacted to my actions while there for he had every right. I had
been a donkey's arse too many times that should have been kicked long ago. Perhaps it
was subconscious that I was hoping that someone would. Perhaps not now
thinking over all in introspect that would have made a greater chasm
between myself and Patrick especially. I feel this is so now that I've had time to find myself.
I had thought about
staying on here but there is something lacking and I find my time being
remiss in answering your letters has come to an end. Murin's fury turned
into trumped up charges on me for he had more influence with certain high
officials that I was not aware of. I am now a fugitive. I write you this
last night I stay in my mother's home, that now belongs to me, before I start the journey back. If
I am not home within the month then you will know that I have met my
untimely demise. I cannot feel that I would change anything regardless,
there are things more important than the risk of one's life for doing
I have friends here,
that can get past these higher officials of whose names I will not
mention in this letter in case by some small chance it falls into the
wrong hands. The other situation is well known to those here but
hopefully all this concern will be a mote point and soon, I will get to
hug you and all the little ones. I thank you for your letters and regret
that I was not able to return any until now. In this I hope you can
forgive me my bonnie cousin. I am pleased to hear on both Patrick and
Neale's weddings. All finally went as it should. Two new nephews and
maybe more by the time I am home. Home is with family and this manor, as
grand as it is, has but me. I am not an island.
Sincerely, Brogan Antoine Frasier.
After securely getting
the letter off, I heard a ruckus outside. Men of the persona brigade
under Muirn were galloping in then breaking into my manor. Luckily I had
the foresight to leave the manor in the hands of a trusted friend. One
that had known my mother and her father before her. Jacques, whom I was
given my middle name after, proved to be loyal and trustworthy in a land
I felt the stranger that I was. This became apparent as I watched them
break in from a few floors up in my study.
By the time they
stormed their way through and up, I was long gone having found all the
secret passageways built into this place. Such was a godsend but also proved
my family had been oppressed by their own lands for centuries to have
such a need. I had the essentials and quite a bit of money along with
important documents stashed away in a hiding place. A cave not too far
from here I found while exploring. The area showed no signs of anyone
having been around for centuries other than the woodland creatures. One
such document is a map I take out now and again to try and make sense of it. It
doesn't seem to be lands in France. It was something of my grandfather's
I found taped under one of his drawers.
There are few nights one
can sleep when they are on the run, around each corner there is someone
waiting to be the one to track you down for the reward put upon your head.
It is not a way to live. I have learned to distinguish all the sounds the
Blue Lightning is a
thoroughbred racehorse coveted here, I bring him with me. He should be a
sensation at Falkirk Downs.
Prince still lives, a
striped tabby who adopted me so he too will make the journey.
Actor used to give an
idea of how Brogan looks is Olivier Martinez. No claims are made as this
is only a representation.