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[Leshok Majere]

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*Three month's ago*


The shadows from the tree covered the ground as the figure walked up to the marble steps. With a brisk spring to his step he approached the last step and spoke the three words.

"Om Om Om" He said with a small smile to his face. Eyes closed he felt the brisk stirring of the magic sweeping him up the platform. When he opened them again he stood before the majestic shrine of Spirituality. Casually and slowly he stepped to the Ankh, carrying a bundle wrapped in fine silk, he placed it to the ground before the Ankh and kneeled in prayer.

"A long road I have traveled and many times it has brought me here to these steps seeking strength." He spoke "And strength I was given and so much more, I feel all that I strived for has been achieved. When I was young, I thought I could change and save the world, but I am humbled now to know that all I could have done and have done was give to the world the best I could."

He smiled as he spoke some more "Thus I come here full circle, in my age I gained wisdom for losing my youthfull zealous idealisms. For each blood I shed, I gained the strength to save others. Now I come to try and give this strength and wisdom, for I now have not need of them." He smiled glancing back to see the rider on the horse next to his.

"I return the powers the virtues have granted me, the armor which shielded my body, and the blessings that fortified my mind and soul." he took a deep breath and spoke more "I return these gifts for my warrior days are done and I wish they be used by others who still have the good fight to battle for."

"Mostly I ask to take all these, and give the chance to a fallen man, who has had with in him and still does, the chance and strength to help many others and perhaps even help himself. Take from me these blessings and give this man another chance to redeem his wrong doings and escape the fate which has befallen him. This I ask, give him the chance you gave me, for to this man I owe my life and many other things." He spoke with a small tear as he stood up and walked off the shrine, leaving behind his armor, shield, and the divine trappings he had received over the years.

Stepping down from the shrine Leshok looked back and felt a new wind in the air, no longer did he feel the light of virtue within him, but he felt the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze. Hefting his sword over his shoulder he walked to his horse tempest and rode to home and a simple life. The reward at the end of his journery, where he lived happily ever after.
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After all these years, I'm still putting up with Kuja and Vaen? whats wrong with me?

"Fri Jan 14 20:07:01 2005 [08:45:38] Kuja: ghaahahahahahha...ha..h.a..... NOTHING TO FREAKING DO IN GAME GAH"

Some things never change even after 4 years...