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The mine was humid and smelt of fart and sweat. He was wearing nothing but his pants and shoes, he was going to be mining iron ore and he didn't like wearing the thick armor and dragging it around in his bag.
"I believe they still have a song for that", the voice of an all to familiar elf.
Flash back
"Burn them all!"
Hide. Behind the house. Run through the field. Screams. Laughter. Get behind the tree. Keep running. Keep running. Keep running.
Instantly Garett was in another time and world. He put away his hammer and shovels and got his weapons ready. He listened the evil necromancer and his human cronie speak about ravaging the Town. He could stop them. He would stop them.
They were leaving, he would ambush them. He hid in a corner and got ready. He saw the demon in the elf flesh and attacked. Struck him many times til he was hit, he fought through the pain, he wouldn't let him do it again.
Then he felt the pain and was brought back to reality. He was killing Lazien. Oh no. Not again.

Run away, what have you done? You are a coward. You are not a man. You are not a warrior. You are a coward who attacks the weak and will never be anything more.
Garett runs til he stumbles and knocks his head against a stump of a chopped down tree and faints returning to the familiar screams and guilt.

Miraci sat beside a rune, meditating, listening to life and bonding with the sounds. He then is disturbed by a ripple in the life-forces. He feels it again and again. He feels the fear of his friend Lazien bring him up. Then he is knocked back by a shockwave of disturbance.

He finds himself looking down upon a burning village. Many are fleeing as the town is burned. A warlock gazes at the village with a look of twisted evil on his face.

Miraci is then transported to a place where he watches the warlock become demon-like, the demon decome elf-like, and the elf becoming Lazien. He watches Laziens fearful gaze. He follows it to Garett Gwenour, a well known friend of his. Garett attacked Lazien, Lazien defended weakly. Miraci then takes a step up to Garett and whispers...
Elohim raganeha...
Garett then stops for a split second, and is hit by Laziens weapon on the arm. His face begins to tear and he runs out of the mines...

Miraci is then taken back to the scene of Mary and Aristeaus locked in the room at the Grey Rose Castle.
Just hold on Mary...
Aristeaus takes her hand, as I hear myself singing... They then fall asleep, and beyond the darkness.

The warlocks is Miraci's face, burning his mind from teh inside out.
NO! I WONT LET YOU HAVE IT, I WONT LET YOU TAKE THEM AGAIN!!
You cannot escape me, young one. You have a mind that is powerful, you speak to insects and hold them at bay... this mind will be MINE... just like all the others...
NOO!!!!

Breathing hard, Miraci clenches his staff tight in front of the forest ground below him. He calms himself and summons food to eat. A fish appears in his hand, and not liking fish too much, Miraci flicks it back into oblivion. He turns his staff upright on the ground, and gets up to a standing position. He walks toward the pigs at the southern areas of Trolls Bane. There he finds Lazien...
Miraci, I must talk with you. Its about Garett Gwenour. I think he's lost his sanity...

"Play again big brother!" Heidi squeled as she plopped down next to Garett on his stump.
He grinned and pulled out a flute from his bag, blew in it softly then skillfully played a fun little melody. Heidi giggled and clapped, her childish golden curls bouncing.
"I love that song big brother!"
"I love it too Heidi, one day I'll show you how to play it. Maybe on your harp." Garett said softly with a smile.
"Oh, I'll never be good enough!"
"Oh you will have plenty of time to master it and then some." He assured her.
"Oh, mother and father want you to come in and help prepare breakfast. I forgot..." She trailed off with a smile.
"Poop, I always have to make breakfast... and then wash up... Our parents are to lazy." He said as he stood up and walked to their small cottage on the outskirts of the all elven village.
His family owned a couple acres of town and grew stock and helped provide food for the whole community of elves.
As he finished cleaning the dishes he blinked as he saw a human limp through their yard and into the nearby woods. Garett blinked as he watched the human, portly and carrying a sack over his shoulder struggle to make it to the woods.
He recklessly trampled through their crops which brought Garett out of his house yelling at him to get out of the field. This made the man scream high pitched and waddle as fast as he could through the field, something fell out of his bag. Garett watched the thing tumble out of the bag and land in the crops.
Garett walked to the thing after the man had gone into the woods. Aghast it was a finger. Garett fell backwards and held back a cry.
"Murderer", the thought raced through his mind, the man had killed someone, that is why he ran away when Garett called to him.
Garett followed the mans tracks into the woods, he had not gone fifty yards into the woods when he was hit in the back of the head and he lapsed into unconsciousness.

A cold wind woke him. Night had decended. How long had he been asleep in these wood? Many hours it seemed, Heidi and his parents were probably worried about him.
His head throbbed and he remembered why he was where he was. Someone had hit him from behind, and by the feel of dried blood on his hair, left him for dead. He vomitted when he stood up, he was terribly dizzy, and his head felt like it was going to burst apart.
He couldn't move, all he could do was stay where he was and endure the throbbing pain in his head. He wasn't far from home, only a couple hundred yards, but that might as well been miles, he couldn't move anywhere.
A few hours later into the night passed, he laid where he was, he heard footsteps.
"Keep up, the time has come to take back that which is ours." A fair voice said.
"Yes master" came the reply.
The two walked by them and Garett got a quick glimpse of what they were, by the moonlight he recognized an elf and there was a fat human limping behind. Garett caught his breath.
The two walked out of the forest and into the field, Garett couldn't see them. But he quickly heard a fire begin. He grabbed a nearby branch using it as a walking stick, he stood himself up, woozy, but he could control it.
But now he could see what was happening. Dead things were growing out of the fire, and screams were heard. He saw the monsters run into his cottage, where his family dwelt, and all he could do was listen to the screams of the family as they were slaughtered.
God what a coward, his family was dieing and he stood frozen in place. Soon the dead things had completely overrun the village and the elf who had summoned them walked by them and into the burning village.
A dead thing saw Garett and ran for him.
Garett quickly abandoned all ideas of killing the evil elf and its minions, he fled. Hobbling through the forest avoiding the protruding roots and thick bushes.
He hid there, hiding as his families murderer looted their treasures.
He hid there for many days, til he head healed and he knew the evil elf had left. Then he went to what remained of the village.

The Dark Mage sat in a room unoccupied by anything except for a small stone table, on which was set a silver pendant. The pendant had on it the words of the Fellowship of Elven Moon. Under those words was a name in small engraved letters that read, The first son of Gwenour. The pendant had a chain on it that was fixed into place as though the entire thing had been made at once. The chain was unremovable except by breaking it.

The Mage kept his gaze out of a window which looked over the side of a terrible mountain. He watched the evil undead work on the weapons which he had ordered be built. He broke his stare to look at the pendant lying on the table. He kept his glowing eyes fixed on it, and watched it become inshrouded in a blackness that is unable to be described. It had become his obsession for years. ALL in the village were supposed to die, not leaving a SINGLE one behind. But the first son of Gwenour still lives. He had spent his aging years searching for him, and only the pendant even kept him sain while waiting. He watches... and waits...

His stomach hurt from hunger as he made his way through the woods and away from his destroyed village. He feared for his life. The hunger gave him illusions of his sister and his parents talking to him, blaming him for their deaths.
"Coward."
"What kind of son did I raise?"
"Don't you have any honor?"
They haunted him for days as he lived off of wildberries and once he found a rabbit with it's leg broken.
He traveled through the woods for what felt like months, but was eight days. A fit person could have made the trip in a day or two. But Garett was weak and he would often walk in the wrong direction.
He found a settlement of humans, he didn't dare say hello to any of them, if he did he would have to explain why he was so wild looking and then he would need to explain why he was the only one alive after his village was burned. So he stole from them. He took a couple chickens and ran away traveling further away from his village.
He felt bad about stealing, but after he ate the meat, he wasn't haunted by the ghosts of his family while he was awake. He traveled for many years.
He decided he would never be weak again. And that he would forever be in debt for what he did. He was a changed man. No longer an arrogant and ungrateful child. He was mature and cursed. To live for thousands of years with the debt over his head.
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Four centuries later he found himself on a boat sailing to Trolls Bane.

Leaning against the shop wall. He was proud of himself now, he had his old confidence, a little of his old self was showing through, he walked with his chest out (he even smiled a few times), defiant of all those orcs. He was a town guard. He had slain several orcs alone. He had done all he could to protect the town, he had nothing to be ashamed of.
He saw Pendar, he stopped Pendar to talk. They spoke about Garett being a guard and how others now looked at him. Garett didn't mind how his friends in the North now viewed him, they viewed him incorrectly and Garett would fix the way they saw him, he would help the North and he would fill the gap between Varshikar and Trolls Bane.
The Orc came unannounced, his eyes bloodshot. Garett recognized him from the day before. He told Pendar to be ready for anything. Then he told Pendar if they were to fight to wait for Garett to attack the orc directly so the orc couldn't concentrate on Pendar.
The orc said he would use the blood of Garett and Pendar for Moshran.
Garett held his hammer headed staff, the orc had a hammer, Garett hoped he could avoid the hammer long enough to seriously injure the orc.
The orc charged and Garett met him. The two clashed. Garett hit the orc several times with his battle staff, but was knocked hard and fell. Losing his prized Sabre. Then Pendar fell.

"I was useless again... I couldn't save the innocent Pendar... I couldn't save myself. How can I be a townguard?"
Garett vowed to now train seriously, he would hunt down that orc and take back his Sabre. He would not be caught to weak ever again.