"Shit shit shit no no no Magrathea wake up you bastard."
"He's gone, Asura. Only choice now is to call his parents to bless the body."
"No he's not. I can heal him."
"His injuries go well beyond our healers' best abilities. White magic can't save him."
"Well, welcome to my operating room, it was nice meeting you, but I must ask you to leave. Bullshit is strictly prohibited."
"Asura, I must prepare the body for blessing and..."
"There is no body. The only thing I see here is my injured friend. And I have to treat him. Or else we'll have the body you so desire."
"He has no pulse at all. The man hit him full on with the child rushing straight at his fist. He couldn't have survived."
"I'll be the judge of impossible here. Get out or I'll incinerate you by accident."
"Very well. I'll summon the parents."
"Yeah, you do that. And hand me that knife over there."
"Here. Don't do anything too drastic while I'm gone. I need the body in one piece."
"I'll give you more than one piece."
I looked down upon the boy that was alive and shooting just a minute ago. And the knife in my hand crept to my throat.
"Oh god I hope I never have to do this a again."
The knife made a clean cut. As blood spurted out, I felt my body growing hotter and hotter, as I started to glow with a golden aura.
"I better get stew for this."
Then I died.
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
