The dead lie with only friends and family to remember them. In fact unless you were close friends with somebody, they also forgot about you.
I've been through many family deaths and many friend deaths. They were all traumatic. What can I say? I was one of those unlucky souls who cared about everyone.
But my memory burns with one soul in particular. A hero of some sort, with the most unlikely secret. The story I'm about to share is one like no other. One that took place during the war of the were's.