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AND NOW ON TO REEEEEEEEEN!

Ah, Ren…quite an amusement in himself. His head is always off somewhere that it probably shouldn't be. He makes friends of the strangest people, though from what I've seen, they all seem to dislike him…oh well, at least they've got someone at their back, right?

His is possibly one of the sadder tales I've encountered. So young, so energetic. Had it not been for…well, I'll let you find out for yourselves.

--Jonathan Cavadger

Ren Fujisaki leaned his head back against the wall, his book of Egyptian stories and history open across his knees. A smile adorned his pale face; deep brown eyes barely cracked open as his imagination ran wild. He smiled serenely…

He was in a wheat field, wearing one of those little skirt-like things Egyptian men wore. His eyes were surrounded by kohl as he looked onto a river. It was wide, and deep, so much that large boats could sail on it. One such boat was floating down it now, adorned in bright colors. He blinked and walked towards it, dropping his scythe as his eyes widened. It was the pharaoh's boat…but hadn't he passed away three months ago? That's what everyone had said…

He ran to the shore to try and catch a glimpse of its passenger, and was rewarded with the boat stopping close enough to the shore to wade out into it. He began to do so, but found himself stopped by two spears crossed in front of him.

"What business could you have with Pharaoh, peasant! If you wish to speak with her, then you may in Cairo!" His eyes widened. The pharaoh!

A soft, though commanding female voice came from within the drawn curtains.

"Have you forgotten that I am here to hear the citizen's complaints?" The curtain was drawn back, and a young, pretty woman peered at him kindly from within. "Come in, child." He gasped as he climbed in.

"But Pharaoh! He cou-"

"Silence! Pharaoh speaks!" He smiled nervously at her as she turned back to him. "Is there anything you do not like about where you're living?" He shook his head.

"N-no, Pharaoh! I-I cannot complain!" his palms were sweating, but his body was frozen like ice.

"One I associate with should not call me by proper names; I will tell you my name, if you will tell me yours."

"Y-yes Pharaoh…I-I am Ren." She smiled.

"I am Cleopatra, Ren." He was shaking now. She was so…nice. And young, too!

"Ren…" he looked up. Her mouth wasn't moving, but he could hear her voice. "Ren, honey, are you okay?"

Ren was startled from his mind by an insistent shaking at his shoulder. He looked up into the soft blue eyes of his mother. She wrapped a hug around his shoulders, having to bend over quite a bit to do this simple feat, though it wasn't so simple for her…

"Ren! I was scared!" she said worriedly, her hands pressed to her severely swollen stomach. "Are you okay, honey?" He smiled up at her, childish face brightening.

"I'm fine, Mamma!" his face fell as she winced, a look of concern replacing his smile. "Are you okay!" She smiled, lightly rubbing her lower ribs.

"Yes, dear, I'm perfectly okay. The baby just decided it wants to play soccer when it gets out." Ren laughed as he stood up, barely standing an inch above her head. He was only about 5"4', after all. She smiled and worriedly rubbed her stomach. She just hoped nothing was wrong. Ren happily bounced up suddenly, a new book of myths in his hands.

"Mamma! Mamma! I wanna read the baby a stooooooooory! Please Mamma, can I? PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASE!" She sighed with a smile and slowly sank down in his desk chair.

"I don't see what harm it could do. But it's almost dinnertime, and we do need to eat." Ren nodded, leafing through the large book to find just the right one. He looked up with a smile and opened his mouth to start, but stopped dead when he saw someone behind his mother. The book slipped from his hand as he stood up, shaking.

The man was not his father as he had first thought. He was a monster. A man with half his face a skeleton, the empty eye socket staring blankly out at him with a strange red light glowing deep within. He grinned ghoulishly.

"Three days, Ren. Three days." He disappeared. Ren was shaking again.

"REN!" He gasped and sat up, breathing heavily. The cool cloth on his forehead fell to his chest. He looked around, finding himself on the floor of his room. His father was bending over him, his mother standing at his shoulder, and behind her he could see his grandmother in the doorway, looking old and frail.

"Ren! You're alive!" his mother sobbed, his fathers handkerchief clenched tightly in her fist.

"Yes Mamma, I'm alive." He said, rubbing the slowly forming bump at the back of his head. "What happened?"

"You fainted, son. Scared your mother badly. Are you positive you're alright?" Ren beamed up at him.

"Yah-huh!" he beamed. His father sighed.

"If you say so." He sighed again. "If you say so…"

Well, I guess I scared him too…a bit. No different then what I'm used to. I doubt I've ever found one who reacted quite as badly as he did…humans are so confusing. That's why I'm glad I'm not one, I never was one and don't usually have to deal with them. Yes, they all get dumped on poor Shawn…Sigh…oh well. They're necessary, I guess…

--Jonathan Cavadger

AND THAT'S REN!

Kudo's to whoever figures out who he is! And feel free to guess the next one up!

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