Mal'Ak looked around, searching for the source of the voice.
"Fadren?" he thought to himself, "Why does that sound so familiar?"
Somehow, he knew this voice was giving him a mission, one which he could not fail. He packed up his sparce belongings, strapped on his armour and weapons, and left the cave he'd made home. Aranu Inn, the voice had commanded. That was where he would go. But the voice had called him a hero...He did not think himself a hero. He did not think he could ever be a hero. Not after the things he has done since then...
Outside the Inn, he saw the stangest sight. Another Elf, talking to a Dryad.
"Why does that elf look so familiar?"
Mal'Ak walked over to them, quiet as the sea breeze, and stood behind the Elf. He tapped him on the shoulder, knelt to the ground, and quietly scratched onto its surface:
"Greetings kindred. My name, is Mal'Ak. I presume you be Fadren?"
Last edited by come4; 11-02-2009 at 04:17 AM.
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