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Long ago, there was a tribe of warrior tieflings called the Sun tribe. From the tribe came three fighters named Vengeance, Sorrow, and… well, the third fighter had yet to choose their name, so they were simply called Alone. One day these warriors set out on a mission to kill a crafty hag named Malice. Malice had cursed many of the Sun tribe, turning them all sickly. Vengeance’s own brother had died from this illness, causing them to change their name to Vengeance; It was a commitment to make the hag pay. Sorrow’s entire family, too, had passed as a result of the hag’s curse and had changed their name to Sorrow to reflect the pain they felt. Alone had always been without family and had not suffered in such a way from the hag’s curse, but they could feel the pain in their fellow fighters’ hearts. So when the day came, Alone accompanied Vengeance and Sorrow to aid them in their journey. As they traveled through the mushroom forest, Alone asked of Vengeance, “My sword-sibling, why is it

I pressed my lips together and I shook my head. He was gone again. I was not surprised nor angery at him, but I did want him home. This must have been all of too much for him again, that poor poor man that ruined my life by mistake. Forgiveness is a holy action in the right light, and since a young age I had to remind myself that till it was second nature. Something those Church goers didn't know about me. A non modern light was above my head since I've been born. I left like a civil war aged man. The earth called to me, something simple half a mile away from town country side and gaurding could not heal for me. I needed something richer. My plan was to get something just like that before I die, but my father has ruined my life plans once again while trying to be helpful- oh what a poor man- no what poor men we are! That night I feared what dream I'd have, because my dreams and my day time reaility blended together like butter and bread. Not really together but they stuck well