To whoever,                                                                                                     November, 6 1605

  I don't know who will get this or when. Whether in a few days, months or years. Whoever you are, you will know me. My name is Annabelle Rose Floquet. I was born in 1585. It is 1605. I am trapped. 

Sincerely, 

                 Ana Rose 

Ana Rose,                                                                                                   November 7, 2005

I must say I am very amazed to find this letter on my bookshelf today, and very confused. How is this possible? Well I suppose when I wait for your answer, I should tell you about myself. My name is Elliot Wilson. I have no middle name. The year is 2005. 400 hundred years ago you wrote that letter, and it somehow found its way to me. How are you trapped? I hope I can be of comfort to you in your time of need. 

My best wishes,

                           Elliot 

Elliot,                                                                                                    November 11, 1605

This took me many tries to write, I hope you can forgive me for not getting back right away.

I can't fathom what life might be like in 400 years. Please tell me everything! How is this possible? Well I suppose magic or maybe it is fate that brought us together in our time of need. My mother used to tell me that the stars connect us all, that they would pull and tie our essence in this universe together with the most important people in our lives. It has been a long time since I spoke to anyone about the stars. Do you like them too? Though like is not a strong enough word to explain how I feel about them.  A Lot of the time I wish I was one of them: free and on top of the world, always shining bright. Leading people to their families and to never be forgotten. You must think I'm crazy. Spewing this nonsense. Why do I think this way you may be wondering? Well I suspect you start to see things in a different light once you've been sold and married off like an animal to a man you've never met and is 8 years older than you. That is what has me trapped.

Sincerely,

                   Ana Rose 

Dearest, Ana Rose                                                                                    November 12, 2005

I'm deeply sorry for the path in which your life has taken. I wish that there was more I could do but alas all I have is my words which I hope are powerful enough for you. I will never truly understand the tragedy you are going through but maybe you will find solace in knowing you are not alone in your suffering. I am a painter, an artist, a traveler. On one of my many adventures to find my muse. I visited a place that does not yet exist in your world. This was a place of wonder. Beautiful sea green ocean and cloudless skies. Exquisite architecture everywhere. I was so caught up in it that I lost touch with all of the imported people in my life. By the time I heard the news of my parents passing it was too late to say goodbye. Now here I am sitting l in my fathers old study writing this with an ink feather that has been gifted to me by my deceased mother, a strange parting gift I might add, but who am I to judge the dead? After all it was I who was the cause of their deaths. The doctors said they had a heart attack induced by stress and worry. I'm sorry. I feel as though I am getting off point………

Your mother sounds like a wise person. To value the stars is a great quality indeed. I too have studied the endless night sky searching for the answers to the questions that plague me. I have looked upon  the stars with reverence and belief for everything they stand for. When I was young I dreamed of being an astrologer. Now I just paint the stars capturing their energy onto a page. With this I can wholeheartedly agree that it is they would have brought us together, now we shall pray it wouldn't be them who tear as apart.

Sincerely,

                 Elliot

Dearest Elliot,                                                                                              November 15, 1605

Thank you for the sentiment, though I'm afraid there's no apologies or condolences in the world that is going to fix my problem. My wedding is one week from tomorrow and I still have yet to meet the man that I am marrying. I am sad yet comforted by the fact that I am not alone in tragedy. I'm so sorry to hear about your parents. But you must know it is not your fault for your parents death. It is so easy to get caught up in a new place, nothing I've experienced before, I've never left my small village in the French countryside. Though I have dreamed of it through the books I've read and the stories my mother used to tell me to help me go to sleep. Ones of far away villages, magnificent mountains and foreboding bottomless oceans. I miss her so much sometimes it hurts like my heart is slowly chipping away. My mother was the only one in my life that  ever truly cared about me. As soon as she died my father immediately got rid of me. I owe so much to her. Maybe one day we will see our lost loved one in the stars.

Warmest regards,

                                Ana Rose

P.S I hope to see one of your paintings one day.

P.P.S

An ink feather is not such a strange gift in my time as I received one not six months ago. Treat it with care you have no idea the stories it might have told before you. 

Lovely, Ana Rose                                                                              November 17, 2005

I wish I could have met your mother. She sounds like the most splendid person. Maybe in the stars, one can hope. I must tell you that even when you are married I will be with you for comfort and in the years to come. I want to get to know you in the days leading up to your wedding, though I suppose there is no rush. We have all the time in the world. We have told each other our deepest tragedies and yet I know almost nothing about you. Please tell me even the most trivial of stuff. 

Until the stars bring us together, 

                                                      Elliot

P.S. I hope to show you one

P.P.S

I will keep that in mind while writing in the future. 

Dearest, Elliot                                                                                     November 21, 1605

Some facts about me. 

Favorite season: Winter; when the stars and moon are clearest. Snow is like falling stars. Each one, different and beautiful. 

Favorite color: Midnight Blue; The color on a clear night preferably speckled with silver.

Favorite drink: Hot tea; the kind used to drink with my mother on winter nights stargazing 

Hobby: Reading; I can escape into different worlds

I hope these answers are sufficient. I hope you will write your own answers in the next letter you send. 

Until the stars bring us together, 

                                                     Ana Rose 

Lovely, Ana Rose                                                                                    November 23, 2005

Your answers were more sufficient, they were very enlightening to who you are, and of course I will answer the questions also. 

Favorite season: Fall; It's one of the most beautiful times to paint and the most relaxing 

Favorite color: Crimson; It's so bold and bright. It can be used in painting sunsets, fall trees, roses ect.

Favorite drink: Coffee; I am not sure if you know what that is. It basically gives you energy and helps you stay awake.

Hobby: Painting of course; It's just so relaxing. Helps me forget my troubles.

Thank you for letting me get to know some parts of you. Stay strong in the days to come, remember your wedding doest end everything. 

Until the stars bring us together, 

                                                    Elliot

Dearest, Elliot                                                                                                  November 24, 1605

My wedding is tomorrow. Today is my last day of freedom. I wish I could spend it with you. 

You are my only comfort. Except maybe my best friend. Oliviatte, though I have my doubts  on whether she is truly my friend. I suspect her for conferring with my father about my wedding.

It is with a heavy heart that I say I will be a married woman as of tomorrow. I shudder to think of kissing that vile man. Write back soon. 

Until the stars bring us together, 

                                                    Ana Rose 

Dearest, Elliot                                                                                 November 24, 1605

I'm sorry to write again so soon. I must confess, I can be a very impatient person. As I wait I will tell you about my day. 

When I woke up this morning it was to the call of a raven nesting on the tall oak tree outside my window. It was still dark when I woke the sun was barely above the horizon. I got out of bed and tiptoed down the hall and past my parents' now empty room. It was once filled with my mom’s warm laugh and soothing voice. I creep outside pausing only to glance up at the star filled sky. I walk to the stables, my skirts lightly brushing the ground. I bunch the fabric up in my hands to keep it from getting dirty. When I reach the gate in front of the stables I open it quietly and step inside. Once inside I go to my favorite horse, an old silver/gray mare, Star as me and my mom called her when we raised her all those years ago. I brush my hand along her forehead and she greets me with a soft nicker. I stay with her for many more minutes until the sun has fully risen, burning away the night’s mist. Until I know people will be looking for me. These fleeting moments before dawn is all the peace I get in a day. I hope your day has gone better than mine.

Until the stars bring us together, 

                                                           Ana Rose  

Lovely Ana Rose                                                                                  November 24, 2005

I'm sorry it has taken so long for me to get back to you. I know how devastated you must be to have to face the reality that tomorrow you will be married.  It breaks my heart to know that you have to be with this evil man. I've always loved horses. Star sounds like a lovely one. 

Until the stars bring us together again,

                                                                Elliot

PS I think I might know what is allowing us to write to each other. This afternoon I was looking at my ink pen and I saw these gold letters on the underside of the pen. It read A. Rose. I think we have the same pen and when we write using it it travels in time to  the person with the same pen. What do you think?

Lovely, Ana rose

November 30 2005

I have waited almost a week for your response. Where did you go? What is happening? I am getting worried. I’m sorry this is absurd you have your own life. It’s just well these letters i get from you have grown the be the thing I look forward to in the mornings. When i wake up my first thought is go check if you have written to me. Please write back as soon as you are able to

Until the stars bring us together,

Elliot

Ana rose?

December 19, 2025

I’m very concerned. Why did you stop writing to me. Was your wedding wonderful? Did you just froget about me? I thought we had made a pact to be with each other during our darkest time. You must know that I cant wait for you forever.

, Elliot

Ana rose

November 6 2006

It’s been a year since our first letters and you still have not written me back. I’m am truly sorry about the things I said in my last letter. I was angry and hurt.

I am now ready to say goodbye.

Until the stars bring us together,

Elliot