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The Astra household was never one to wake up at the crack of dawn on weekends, but Diane Astra couldn't fall back asleep. She quietly slipped out of her loving girlfriend's arms and out of the bed, heading downstairs. On her way down, she passed by the pile of mail that had started to collect at the base of her door. Picking up the discarded mail, Diane took it into the kitchen with her as she went to fix herself some breakfast.
She'd been planning on just adding the mail to the small pile on the counter, but one envelope caught her eye. It was addressed to her, sent by the children of Astra. Confusion filled her. Her children were asleep upstairs. Was Isla pulling a prank on her? Shifting through the mail, she found that a majority of them were addressed to her by the same sender.
Sitting down at the table in the center of the kitchen, Diane sat to open the envelopes as the sun started to break through the horizon in the window, the sky becoming no longer an inky black. Her hands fumbled through each letter in the envelopes she'd opened. She hadn't read any yet, but she knew she didn't recognize the handwriting. Noticing the letters had each been dated, she started to put them in order via her magic, her right hand lit up with angelic magic to sort through the letters. She was unable to track specifically who'd sent them, as if they'd deliberately been masked to be untraceable with magic. None of her daughters knew how to do that to her.
Diane started to read through each letter now, starting with the one that was dated with the oldest date. They all seemed to be writing to her. There were four very different handwriting in each letter, the envelopes having held four sheets of paper each, as if four different people were writing letters to her.
Confusion only seemed to fill her the more she read the letters. Who were these kids, and why were they writing to her?!