"It is well you choose to be a child of the Dark, for the Moon controls the tides and the tides are forever flowing, ever changing and never the same twice. This will be sure to help you in your destiny."
Dargalore shook his mane and narrowed his eyes at you in concentration. You see the gem from his staff begin to glow brighter and brighter until it covers you completely in its comforting glow. It was too bright to see anything, even Dargalore vanishes from your view.
You feel a sort of tickling at first, and you pay it no mind. You don't notice at first that it changes to a prickling then to a pinching. It becomes so painful, the feeling is akin to being burned alive. As your new body forms it becomes a new place to feel pain. Your fingers and toes form last, and your spirt takes its final place behind your heart.
The agony is only just bearable. You hear Dargalore's unmistakable deep grumbling voice.
"I have sent others before you to pave the way. Find them, and they will help you. There will be times when you will feel there is no hope for you. Call upon me and I will come. We will meet again."
A final wave of agony, greater than those before, smashes into your small frame. Your sight turns dark, all you can see is an emptiness of the darkest kind. Not the grey mist that comforted you for so long, nor the blinding light Dargalore brought. You feel the memories of what you experienced in this realm slip away. For the first time in your life, you sleep.
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