A fading of something precious, the losing of memory

and of identity and something rises to his pit, so very strong

he could feel the choking sensation as he watched in wonder,

the necromancer first, then the necromancer, all the bad guys win it seems, of being

able to do as they pleased and get away with it, it just wasn’t fair!

and why should he Val play the knight in shiny armor

when he too wanted more? More … … ah what it would be like

to have more strength as he admired his opponent the necromancer

who had become so very respectable! Indeed, winning

was everything and suddenly Val felt disgusted for fighting

for lost brethren whose time had been cut short.