DISCLAIMER: See chapter 1.
I am bleeding. I feel the blood pouring from the gashes all over my body. Each individual shard of glass in my face stings. My bones are broken and my body is seared.
Dalamar- if that's who he really was- betrayed me. I will die here, in this flaming wreck, and my 'parents' will sue the psychiatrist for not keeping me under control-
"Arise, Renetari."
"Father…"
"You may still be experiencing phantom pains from your mortal body. I assure you that you are intact. Arise!"
I open my eyes, and I am whole again.
"Dalamar's astral form sustained sufficient damage to make him believe he died." He sweeps down from his throne and takes my hand. With sudden strength, he pulls me to my feet. "You, however, are made of god-stuff, not of mere mortal stock.
"Dalamar?"
"He is weak, but he will live." He assures me. "I did have to trade favors with Mishakal, but I knew it would please you."
"It does. Thank you."
"Elves are patient." He says. "So few of them come to me. Preserving them is worthwhile."
"Thank you for preserving the one friend I have left, father. Now, I need to sleep…"
I hear him whisper something, then I think no more.