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"Before I became an apprentice, I grew up somewhere around the place that my tent was. I lived alone, so I had to go into the forest to gather firewood, hunt and all that. But one day, I was ambushed by a group of Clawkin Wanderers. The only thing I had were a few herbs and an axe. Something like Artix when I had first met him. But I wasn't used to fighting, so I couldn't take more than a few of them with my basic spells and axe. That time, the Clawkin Wanderers were killers, not thieves. So, when they knocked me down, they started stabbing me with their claws." Warlic started.

"So then she came along, huh?"

Warlic nodded. "Yes. She came along and they just fell dead. She was only seven, I think. I was six that time. She somehow healed me and helped me to get home safe. After all, Clawkin Wanderers always hunt in clans. But every time a Wanderer approached us, they immediately fell dead. When we got back, she suddenly disappeared. I never saw her again until I became an Archmage. It was when I told a hero to get a reagent from the Fire Cave. When I was waiting for him to return, she suddenly appeared in front of me. Then she- Hey!"

Cysero began snoring. Warlic bopped him awake. "What? Were you finished?" Warlic slapped a hand on his face. Warlic gave a deep sigh and began down the steps. "Never mind. Get her to the Inn and get her a room. I'll be there shortly." Cysero nodded and carried Lysteia on his back down the steps…

Oaklore

"Report." Irtes Prede approached Commander Kiired, limping slowly. He was wounded in the shoulder and had a broken leg, so he had to wear crutches throughout his service. "Sir. All has survived. Assailant is most likely Artix von Krieger, former Paladin of Doomwood." "Target?" "Target is a girl named Lysteia." Kiired shot up from his seat. "State?" He anxiously asked. "Scouts say she is unconscious." Kiired breathed a sigh of relief. "Very well. I will report to The Weed immediately." "Sir!"

Oaklore, Room of the Former Knights of the Pactoganal Table

Kiired approached the huge moving plant that was their leader and reported to him. "My lord, we have found her." A voice came out of the huge moving plant. "Very well… I will proceed to the War Camp immediately… All arms assemble immediately… Proceed to the Falconreach war camp immediately…" Irtes saluted and stepped down the steps. Alone, The Weed crossed his plant tentacles and rubbed them in a hand motion.

"You are going down, Orchild...…For the Last Time!"

AN: A short one, if anyone's still reading this.