Dannock (Danny to his friends) groaned as the flickering lights shone in his eyes even through his closed lids. He was laying on some sort of hard surface and could hear muttering around him.
"Are you sure? It's not the right template! He might not be the one." a male voice said nervously.
"Of course he is! He's the only one it worked at all on." A female voice said softly. "Give him a chance, he WILL save us!"
Then the dizziness overcame Danny and he drifted unconscious once more.
Several hours later.
"Ooooh my head."
Slowly you lifted yourself up on the hard table... table? Where were you? What was that odd dream earlier? Was it a dream?
"Ah good, you're awake!"
Danny turned to the sound of the voice and saw a stunningly beautiful woman with a very severe look on her face. She was dressed in a something rather like a Monk's habit, though a little tighter and more revealing of her figure. The hood was pulled back revealing her face. A little angled, but still beautiful, despite it's scowl. Her long jet black hair was tied back in a pony tail with some sort of leather strap for at least a foot. Made it look like a horses tail almost!
"W... where am I?" you groaned, your voice feeling scrapy and hoarse.
"You are at the conclave, reborn to the world." she said sincerely, her deep blue eyes boring into you "My name is Phoodeera, priestess of Efda and keeper of the healer cells. You're injuries were severe, too severe for mere healing. Instead you have been given a new body, and a new purpose. Here, observe!"
Phoodeera seemed to glide across the floor with her robes covering her feet as she turned a huge bronze rimmed mirror towards you. Sitting up on the bed you see...
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