My tale of how I came to be here, in this inn is a odd one, my friend, but I shall tell you it.
The rain beat down upon me was I watched the raging battle. I never knew how it started as it raged when I came to see the world around me and I thought it would rage still once I had died, yes in the short time I lived I came to much of death, I saw his icy hands take many innocents and felt their blood fall on me much as the rain did. I probably will never knew who the two combaters were or why they were fighting but they made me what I am today. They were mages both and they cared little for those caught up in their little war but I did, so I acted and reached up to them, I took one by surprise, taking him in my arms I threw the mage to the ground and he lay still. The other was more of a challenge and he unleashed fire at me as I approached, the pain was intense, I could feel my self slipping away, but I never gave up and threw myself on top of him, by flaming body smothering his and as I was swallowed by blackness, I felt joy, I stopped them from harming anyone else.
I do not know how long I lay sleeping but I woke to find myself here, and saw people walking around me talking. I began to realise that I was smaller now, that most of my body was gone, I guess it had be dead, but I was re-grown from a piece of me that survived.
Then you came and starting speaking to me Gabe and you know the rest."
[Author note:] This is just something that came to me as a small ideal, and was fleshed out here, it may not be any good but I wanted to share it.
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In the memory of a friend.
[This message has been edited by Gabriel (edited 03-20-2001).]