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Jon was down in the mine, mining as you would in a mine. He swung his pick and broke the rock, so he decided to go to the back...Heswung at the rock when it happened.

"What the F*ck?!" He shouted as the rumbling in the mine happened.

Jon ran to the exit, as fast as he could, rocks falling everywhere. One rock hit his leg and he dived and rolled standing up, now running slower. A bigger rock hit him, crushing his torso, entrials all over the mine floor near the exit. Blood squirted up the wall, his heart underneath teh corpse crushed, aswell as all the other entrails. A peice of paper was with him, the only thing that was still un-harmed, all his ore had been crushed.... The peice of the paper had wrote on it:

To whom may find this peice of paper, if I am dead, please, please hand this will to Liles....

My Will:

Everything, my money, my ore, my crafting tools, my armour, everything to the one whom taught me everything to get my life going. The one whom got me a good job. The one whom is known as Liles.

I have nothing else to give to anyone else, so therefore, I bid goodbye.

After seeing Jon go down the mines for the shop Liles decides to follow, knowing that he'd need alot of ore when he begins to teach Jon the basics. When the rumbling starts he begins to sprint and climbs down the ladder. A mere look of horror escapes this man. Liles pushes off the rock and winces as he looks at the near flat chested man.

"Jon...Jon...damn..."

Why had it been...Why did his closest friends all drop off one by one? why he thought...he quickly glanced at the paper and picked it up to read it. The intense pain grew inside of him as he read it.

"Jon...I'm sorry...this is all my fault"

Liles let a single tear fall from his eye before claiming the ladder and collecting some wood to burn what little remained of Jon. The pyre burt well and left only chared remains of which Liles took up with him in a small golden urn.

"Pain will make me stronger....pain...will make me stronger..."

Liles left the scene as soon as he was able. The writting of the will he kept along with his chared ashes.