Image from EoinColfer.com, but I have taken out some of the grid lines, to make it easier on the eye.
From the collected correspondence of Opal Koboi. A series of letters between Opal Koboi, inmate number 1405, Atlantis maximum security penitentiary, and Wing Commander Vinyaya, Haven Council.
My dear Wing Commander,
While I realize that my first probation hearing is not due for four hundred years, I feel that it would be in the people’s best interests to release me before then. After all, the humans are becoming more sophisticated daily and a genius such as my self will be needed to ensure that fairy technology remains superior to human technology.
Dream on, Koboi. You’re in prison. Accept it.
I am sensing negative vibrations from you, Wing Commander. Do not be so quick to judge. People can change, surely you accept that. I admit that once I found the idea of being the planet’s supreme power an attractive one, but who hasn’t secretly nurtured the dream of wiping out humanity and utterly dominating one’s own peers? I see now that this dream might be unacceptable to some narrowminded fairies, and I am prepared to swear on my pixie honor that should I be released I would not attempt to take over the world again.
On your pixie honor? Wow. I’ll send the transfer shuttle right over.
I see now, Wing Commander, that you never had any intention of sending the transfer shuttle right over. In fact, you were being sarcastic. Mocking me from the safety of police plaza in Haven. I waited for three weeks before I realized that the shuttle was not coming for me. I packed my belongings so that I would be ready. Including my collection of model sea horses which I fashioned from chewed cardboard. My favorite sea horses, Twinky and Goodboy, were broken in the process. Twinky cries every night over his severed tail, and Goodboy does not look so dashing without his head. Your callousness leaves me no alternative but to place you on my revenge list. When I am finally free of this horrible place and elevated to my rightful position as queen of the world, you will take my place in this cell and I will send my troll minions to issue daily beatings with batons fashioned from sea horse tails. A fitting punishment, I am sure you agree.
See you in four hundred years.
Decoded by MMK, and Yamato. Thanks!