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Alanors Last Words
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You may wonder why I am dead... Or how did I die.. If you wonder any of these... You came to the right book... It all started when I was a meer child. I lived in a little village.. Had a loving family, and great friends. But that all changed, when the Undead attacked... Killed everyone... Incenerated my parents... I spent SEVEN years, in the wilderness, with the animals... Until a druid found me... He kept me at his home until I was a teen, then I walked off... Joined the Nical... Met a man named Will, a year later, he left the Nical.. And so did I... I spent those years living on the poor, frozen floor of the Kings Road, until one day Will found me, and he asked if I wanted to join him, I, being a curious one, asked what did he mean, he answered, to join the Adelban family. It turned out to be a blood brother family.. It was family, so I joined... And for a year... Everything was nice and rainbows... I had love... Only the finest of steak and pork... And a nice.. Clean room just for me... Until one day.. We captured a child named Alek.... Alek, Halblood, we kept him in the Slums of Alras. I promised I would never tell a soul... But one day... His father got me, with 3 of his men.. Tortured me for days... Until I confessed and told his son's location... Will found out, and banished me. I lived for another few years, feeling the pain of no love... Feeling the pain of living without family... Until one fateful day, I was with my friend, Aster. I thought... Why should I make myself feel this pain? So... I ran off into my tent... Made some poison... Enough to kill 4 men... Drank it. Drank it whole. I will let this book down now, because I just made myself a little grave in my tent... Aeriel give me strengh in the afterlife.... R.I.P, ~Dreadmoore, or Alanor as some know him as.