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Deep within the southern forest, in the middle of a clearing. A beautifully crafted sword, is shoved, blade first, into the ground. Not far off sits an elf, by the name of Freo, staring at the sword he stuck in the ground hours ago. As the blade glistens in the light, a star emblem can be noticed on the handle of the elves sword.

"Its not fair," says the weary elf, "why can I not remember a thing other than my own name....."

Freo groans at the thought of the new questions forming in his head, for he knows they will not get answers. Several hours pass, and without warning, Freo starts to fall into a slumber. As he sleeps, he dreams the same thing he dreams every time he is asleep. A giant chapel in a small elven town in the early morning. A shadowy figure comanding the minions of hell in the heat of battle... Freo continues to slumber, as 3 skeletons come near. Drawing there rusted weapons as they approach, Freo continues to stay in his state of slumber. The nearest Skeleton lifts his rusted blade high into the air. As he attempts to bring the bloody, rusted, work of iron onto the sleeping Elf, Freo jumps to his feet and grabs his blade. The sounds of iron going through solid bone can be heard across the forest.

"SLAY EVERYONE!!! LEAVE NO ONE, TAKE NO HOSTAGES MY PRECIOUS DEMONS!!" Freo comands subcontionciously, as he continues to swing his sword madly

Freo's eyes still shut tightly, he continues to shout out command to these 'demons'. Suddenly, he drops his sword and grabs the left side of his face, where an old, cross shape scar is. Freo screams in pain as he clentches the scar, and the 2 remaining Skeletons draw closer. Freo's eyes shoot open, and the 2 skeletons ignite into blue and green flames, his iris a brighter red than the ussual. Seconds after, the distraught elf collapses onto the green patch of grass right next to his sword. The Star emblem, on the handle of the sword, glows as its owner lays unconcious next to it.... what secrets does his memory hide??

Khalime, hearing the sounds of fighting and screams of pain, comes cautiously from the mist with a wood-chopping axe in his hands and a few logs in his bag. He looks around and spots a nearby fire.. He quickly runs and stomps on the rather small fire to put it out. After putting it out he slams his axe into the tree beside him. He, again, looks around, then grabs his axe out of the tree and turns around. About to go back to his cutting he notices a chirping bird out of the corner of his eye. He glances at the bird and is shocked to see Freo, his friend, lieing on the ground, unconcious. He walks over to the limp body, sticks his axe in the ground, and begins to recite a small healing spell, hoping to aid the elf.

regaining contiousness, Freo sits up only to notice Khalime.

"ahh," he groaned while he felt his head, "what hit me."

Freo struggled to his feet, stumbling a couple of times.

"Hello Khalime, good...." Freo said and looked at the sky, "evening"

Freo picked up his sword and put it in its sheath, looking around at the skeleton corpses with question.

"been fighting off skeletons?? Did one hit me by chance while I was out, because I feel horrible."

"Huh..?" He looks around and..
"Ohh, those? I didn't see 'em..
When I came all i saw was a fire, then..you.. I just happened to be out here cutting when I heard a scream. I knew it sounded familiar, but i can't exactly seem to place it.." Khalime sighs.
"You sure you remember nothing about this? Seems like something one would remember.."

Freo, thinks hard but draws a blank.

"No I dont recall a thing but falling asleep here in the forest." Freo says, "that sure is odd...."

Freo touches his scar.

"extremly odd...."