'Where am I? Who am I? Why am I hear?' where the first thoughts that ran though my head as I awoke upon a marble floor with 3 men looking down at me with concern. No, there where more people around behind them, seemingly in fear of him or them men, I could not tell witch.

  "Can you tell me your name?" spoke the man in the center, stateing rather than asking with no hightening of pich at the end, but rather a smooth, steady, and unwavering. After a moment he spoke again in the same calm and paitient manner as before yet he also spoke in a softer more soothing way "Can you tell me your name?" when his words finaly registerd in my head I expirenced extream pain coming from my head, as if someone where trying to drill a hole in it. At first I saw many flashes of symbols i did not recognise, then five in a row makeing a word that I new was what defind me, shaped my very existence. Then I spoke the name outloud to the world and the ground shook in awe of my very name being spoken. Power.

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