He is every Maskarran's nightmare. He is our bane. He is the one man who has brought us to our knees. He is the Dread Lord.

I remember him. He was Assassin Lord for about two years. He beat us. I remember seeing the lone elven child ride. I remember my astonishment when the Dread Lord asked him killed. We did not succeed in that order. Thank goodness we did not succeed.

I remember seeing not an eclipse, but Aramil, along with the High Priest's son, come from the catacombs battered and bruised Most of all though, I remember the look in Aramil's eyes.

I was young then, and did not understand. Maybe I never will. Aramil was horrified by what he saw down there. He never told anyone, but that much was obvious.

I also remember seeing Charon's Claw in his hand. The gauntlet was upon it, but I could tell by his eyes that it had accepted him.

I remember meeting my new Lord, Aramil Galaedon

--Avariel Willowisp.