Here I lie, drawing my last breaths as my body shakes with pain. I should not complain; my life has been filled with happiness... even though it took years for me to find it...

Let me tell you a story young ones... a story of a young girl named Will....

She was born into the world of Toril, world of many thought to be the center of the Planes of Existence. This world.... it is a strange one indeed. Why I hear you ask? Well, Abeir-Toril is divided by the Class System.

.... No, I do not mean social classes though this is also the case. I meant the Classes of Profession. Upon birth each being is bound to certain Classes, often greatly influenced by their parents' Classes. Classes are.... like jobs, a profession in this war torn world.

You want examples for Classes? Well, there are too many to name them all but I give you a few generic Classes: for one there would be the Fighter, a master of melee and armed combat of all kinds; another would be the Cleric, priest of their Deity and healer of the wounded with the power to slay the Undead; Wizards... the masters of Arcane Power, wielding it like it was made for them; Rogues, disciples of the unseen and underhanded arts.

This is just a VERY small selection of the most basic Classes. In fact there are more than even I know of and I am very old, even by my races standard.

*COUGH COUGH* Don't worry young ones, I am not yet due to Death, these old bones still have some power in them.

But I am digress. You wish to hear the story, do you not? The story of young Will..... a story of pain, loneliness and hardship...but at the same time of strong friendship, fierce loyalty and even.... great love....

Will's life was determined to be one that many would crumble under. Few before her had walked down her path of Destiny and prevailed throughout it.... Even young Will's mentor, teacher and.... father figure had been unable to fulfill what she did. He came close but then... he fell from grace... only to wait for centuries to pass, patiently searching for the Child, the Child that would carry on his legacy and burden.

Through years and years Will endured all the obstacles set before her by the Gods that are, always hoping for things to better.... but knowing that it would not be.... But after times it came to be; things looked up.... only to come crashing down on her again.... But this time she was not alone; she had friends, teachers and a love that pulled her up again. She became one of the greatest in the lands of Fearûn though many people will never know it was because of her and her companions that they still live their rather peaceful life.

Will.... she met so many people in her long life.... so many that wanted to see her dead... but in the end they all failed. Her protectors watched over her, even if she never found out until they unveiled themselves. Her friends stood strong by her side, facing danger with her that would have sent lesser minds into chaos.

She met Gods, fought Gods and defeated them utterly. She faced off armies on her own and emerged victorious over the blood soaked fields of slaughter. She led armies into victory, her mere presence installing courage in her men and despair in her foes. She faced beings of all Planes, creatures of untold power and monsters beyond your small minds.

For a time she was all alone in this world, abandoned by her blood and cursed with her birth. But when she did find friends they were lasting as long as they lived.

In the end she had outlived them all besides her love. Everyone had died before her and her love lay with her on her deathbed, close to Death as well. They would leave this world together and either rise or fall together. But belying their age they still looked like they did decades ago, looked like they were on their prime. But Death was present in their eyes as they lay with tangled limbs in their bed, embraced in each other and awaiting their time to come to an end.

Neither did regret their coming deaths; they had lived a good life and left their legacy to generations to come. Others would come; others who did deeds in the name of the Gods, even if they did not know it; other that would save this and other worlds from certain doom. Their time was over; they had done all that was asked of them and had lived the peaceful life they deserved. It was time to step aside, for new heroes and heroins to rise to glory; they would be forgotten, lost in the turns and twists of time.

In their last hours they both lay in bed, drowning in memories as they felt their time draw closer and closer. They shared memories, enjoying how things had turned out in the end. And then.... they resigned their souls and silently awaited for Death to seize them.

Let me tell you a story young ones; a story of Pain and Friendship; of Death and Love.

Listen well for this is my story;

for I am Will.

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first real chapter coming in one week, 1st February. more infos/details in the first chapter.

Nelo Akuma