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It has been over a year sense Peter woke up in the hospital from nearly dying when the fire started in his house. As his strength returned and the insurance paid and his schooling continued he wondered about Dramix and the others before the final great battle. He wondered till nearly lost from memory until he was looking threw the bargain pile of games for sale in a flee market and saw it. It was a copy of the Eye of Souls. He immediately bought it and went to the apartment he was renting before sticking it in his game system.

" Welcome new soul to a world of magics and fantasy. A world of strange strangers and wondrous wonders. In this journey you will experience things never experienced before. You and your fellow new souls will lead this ancient world into a new dawn or it's final dusk. But first be warned every action you preform has consequence in the world around you. How will you play?" Peter grew excited as he heard the intro but after it there was nothing. As if the game was scratched and it froze. It was too much to hope he knew. Even if he could return to that world there was no guarantee he would return in time for the great battle or even be able to return to Dramix. He turned off the game and turned off the lights and went to bed even though it was not even six yet.

As Peter drifted into slumber he found himself in fog form in front of Dramix. " Often times I looked for you. Often times I wonder why you left me before the great battle. I came to realize you taught me all that I needed and you were no longer needed. So long has passed but I feel I need you again. My daughter is nearing to become a shaman herself and I would ask you to watch her as you had me." Peter felt oddly happy to hear Dramix needing his help. " Come now old friend. Have I ever left you truly?" Dramix looked forward surprised. " My friend have you returned?"

Peter found himself actually face to face with Dramix now. He was a lot bigger than he was. " Is this your true form. You look, weak!" Peter chuckled. " And should I say you look stupid because you are a Drakan?" Dramix chuckled. " I guess you are my old friend. Why have you returned now?" Peter scratched his chin. " Because you truly needed my help again. I have awakened again in front of you to help you as I have before. So you mentioned a daughter. I have missed a lot being on my own plain. Why not start from the beginning." Dramix opened his mouth slightly and he raised a hand. " Can you be patient for a moment. There is someone I wish you to meet."

Suddenly Dramix vanished as if a puff of smoke and Peter returned to his fog form as he waited for him to return. He came back with another Drakan that looked a lot like Naleeit but by how Dramix aged he knew this not her. " This is Draama, my daughter. Daughter this is my spirit." Peter remembered he had no extremities like that and chuckled. " You look exactly like Naleeit when Dramix first saw her." She growled annoyed. " Mother is always too busy with the keep. I hardly ever see her." Dramix sighed. " She has not always been like this. Normally she is more cheerful but the stress of the shaman tests have been hard." Peter chuckled. " As you have told me several times. So what need do you have for me exactly." Dramix inhaled deeply slightly. Peter knew he was nervous for what he is about to ask. " Could you watch over her as you have me?"

Peter heard Dramix and was a little hard to believe it. Peter could tell Draama was even more so than he was. " Well old friend could you be the spirit of my line?" Peter was a little startled by that but had no real reason to refuse but his real life. Yet the game was not on and he was asleep. He found that he also entered the game right when he needed to and left the same way. Most times. " Well?" Peter sighed and even though the body language was not there the noise was. " I'm considering it. While I do why not tell me a story Dramix. Tell me of after we last were together."

Dramix paused. " The coming betrayal and battle. The battle went as we thought it would, until we got to the dark lord. The power of all the dawn breaker gear was greater than we imagined. The holy order shields were crushed as if they were never there. Several dozen died each time his sword swung. Then I heard it. Zwilander laugh. The spear actually seemed pleased. Pleased to finally have both a worthy opponent and one wielding it. So I took to the front with it in tow. For the first time I think the spear was finally in it's true and most powerful form. Our clashes of power made the land shake and sunder. It took every bit of my training and strength to stand as his equal.

Then the final strike Zwilander struck the dawns twilight with such force it shattered the sword and destroyed the one wielding it. We were told Zwilander was one of the ancient weapons but none expected the power to cleave a mountain. And after the battle won I lowered Zwilander as it snapped in two and all those gathered around heard the spears spirit cheer ' A glorious end indeed. Finally I may join my brethren in the land of eternal heroes. I shall await you there kin of dragons. So you may use your hand and take me again into real battles.'

After that spoils were split and boons paid. The holy clerics returned to their island to rebuild their order. The elves to replant their forests. Gulliver to restore his kingdom. Naleeit come back to Drakan lands with me." Dramix scratched his chin. " Our victory celebration produced a clutch of children. One of which is Draama. She had already birthed them when I showed up at the doorstep of a simple tailor shop. An empty tailor shop. He lived years after I refused to return home when called. Only to die days after hearing my tale of saving the world."

Dramix paused sadden telling of his fathers passing but was glad he knew his son was a true kin of dragons before it happened. " After that I went to the great hall of dragons and presented myself, Naleeit and a portion of my booty earned as a tribute. They questioned me and I told my story to them. After weeks I was granted permission to start my own house. I doubt they ever would have if they knew what I focus on."

Dramix chuckled. " Starting out we took in those with nowhere to go. Many unwanted and poor. We gave them the ability to make something of themselves. After years of being called crazy a notice of success appeared before them. In my house we respect what you can do more than who you are and I do not play favorites to either gender." Dramix turned to his daughter. " Your sister was a trouble maker and we expelled her for nearly ruining the house. I believe it is time I told you that story as well."

Dramix looked back toward Peter. " But another time. Now is about something else. Back to the point. Every great and enduring house has a lineage spirit. I am asking you to be it. Not just watch over my daughter but her children and those after." Peter paused to think of the scale. There was no way in his lifetime could he keep such a promise. Even if it could be done the mental strain would make him go mad in one reality or the other if not both. " That is a big commitment my old friend. Before I commit to this I must see that your house can even endure."

Dramix got that smirk of joy Peter recognized when he did something clever. " Then I shall show you immediately." Suddenly the area of fog subsided and Peter found himself back in the eye of souls hanging around Dramix neck. He had some sort of ceremonial garb on and Draama was similarly dressed beside him. Draama stood and was helped to his feet by his daughter. He then noticed a few other similarly dressed Drakan around the shrine as well, but none around it as close. Dramix took the steps gently and left the ceremonial room. It was not much longer before they entered a grand hall with a raging fire in the middle with tables lining it filled with meats and ales. Peter saw likely well over a hundred in conversation in there as the room goes quiet as all turn to Naleeit kneeing a much younger Drakan in the gut and giving him the equivalent of a bitch slap. Dramix sighed as he took a spear off the wall and threw it in between her and the others guards drawing their swords.

" You dare bare weapons in my hall without my permission." The guards drop their weapons immediately as Dramix opens his hand and finds a new spear in it as he walked toward them. The other Drakan takes to his feet again after backing away from the spear that almost hit him. " This woman here says she will not let me have a choice of HoDoRo, and then she strikes me. I will have her head..." Dramix arrives in front of the youth and knees him in the gut before slapping him to the ground again. To make a point Dramix laid his spear's business end along the back of his neck. " I do not care if you are from the Ironwings or the Firebrands you young whelp. This is the house of the Timeless Lance and you will show it the respect it deserves."

There were several roars and cheers from those watching. Dramix did not let that distract him from the one at his feet or his guards. Dramix turned the sharp edge to the flat as he went to the other side of the skull and started having him raised to his feet again. He then lowered it again and had Naleeit take it from him before crossing his arms. " Speak to me about your business and hope it does not anger me further."

The youth growled under his breath before looking at his guards. Thinking they were disappointments. " I do not know why but my father sent me here to request a meeting at your earliest convenience." Dramix growled lightly and Peter knew that was his thinking hm. " Tell him I will accept his request but I do not know exactly when I will be able to meet with him." The youth nods and turns and walks past his guards. His guards look at Dramix before he nods and they grab their weapons again to take them with them. After they left the hall Dramix bent down and picked up the spear sticking out of the ground before walking back to the high seat, where Naleeit was waiting for him. " That move was new." Dramix grunted amused. " Naleeit taught it to me. Apparently she had lots of practice using it in her youth."

After a few hours of watching and listening to both the room and Dramix telling what was happening Peter was caught up with the current enough to figure out two and two. Dramix stopped suddenly as he noticed a brawl started near the end of the tables. Dramix lifted his spear and tapped it hard on the stone floor once. The noise echoed as it went quiet. " There will be peace in my house. If you want to fight then fight outside."

The few fighting stopped their brawling and looked at each other. Deciding if the reason the fight was started worth continuing outside. After that moment passed they either went back to the food and drink or helped one on the floor to do the same. Dramix leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes. " I'm starting to get too old for this." Dramix eyes suddenly opened as the large doors on the other side of the hall opened as snow poured in and three Drakan followed. Two males and a woman. Those that were brawling earlier raised up out of their seats with several pieces of food and pitchers of drinks and went to them. " What is this?"

Dramix looked at them unmoved as he spoke back to Peter. " The story is different but the tale the same. They have nowhere to go and are not too proud to ask for help. As is every one that is serving them and most others here as well. Watch and see." As he was speaking one of the males took a piece of bread from the females bowl and he was forced to separate from her as the ones feeding them led them toward Dramix around the fire. As soon as they were feet from him the escort stopped and the three dropped to their knees. " Speak your names."

The one in the lead lowers himself further and the other two do as well. " I am Jokon revered housemaster and this is my brother Guinee and my sister Ronilda. We come from the eastern gulch. Potato farmers till the taxes took that from us. Me and my brother are strong of body and I know numbers. We can work for you in your fields. My sister can wash." Dramix leaned forward. " I do not need you to tell me what you can do. If I decide to let you in I will see for myself what you are truly worth. And I did not ask you to speak for the three of you. I asked for each of you to say your own name." The leading one lowered further and the other two followed suit. " Now speak your names!" Jokon said his again and the other two do the same. Dramix leaned back. " Now Ronilda tell me why you are here." She became hesitant and was about to rise up before Jokon interrupted that. " Surely housemaster you do not want a..." Jokon paused finding the bottom of the spear Dramix held on the top of his head slowly put there. " I did not say for you to speak."

Jokon lowered his head again as Ronilda raised from her bowing. " I came with my brothers. I thought perhaps I could keep from the clutch dens." Dramix lifted his spear from her brothers head. " So you risk the small villages den for the big city's ones?" Dramix set his spear on the ground right in front of Jokon to make a point to him. " Yes." Dramix chuckled. " For a woman to have that kind of courage I commend you. There might just be a place here for you." "Thank you." Dramix were expecting the words but not the one they were from as Dramix brought his spear under Jokon's chin and had him rise. " Do not conclude that I let her in that I will let you in as well."

All there could see the swallow when Jokon made it. Ronilda swatted the spear away. " Don't hurt my brother. They are all I have." Dramix lowered his spear. " And what will you do in order for me to accept them?" Ronilda noticed she was on her feet as she grabbed her thin arm and looked away. " Anything." Dramix shoved his spear toward her. " Kill one of them. The other I will accept with you." She takes a step back. " I can not. No, I will not kill my brother." Peter noticed that grin of Dramix return. Dramix showed the spear toward the one that had only spoke his name. " You, kill one of them and you and the other are accepted here." He looks away angry. " I would rather kill you and be killed."

Dramix almost laughed to his spirit. Before he could do that he spun the spear to have the tip at Jokon's neck again. " I can see it in your eyes. You would kill one of them to save yourself and the other. I am not sure which or for what reason you would but I can see you would." Dramix withdrew his spear again and had it lean against his chair. " I am going to take each of you in. Ronilda you are a fearless and caring spirit. If your as sharp of mind as you are of action then I see that I will have you join my caravans to the kingdoms of the lands. My trade master will find you a place if you so choose. Guinee you are an angry spirit but controlled. Yet you let your actions speak for you even if you do not want them to. To you I see you will be trained among my house warriors if you so choose. And Jokon the aggravating one. You are intelligent and cunning but you do not know how to be humble or not the center of attention. Clearly the oldest of the three. I see many places I can put you but I think the most appropriate would my potato farm. Sense you seem to have a fondness for that. I will have to consider it. That is if you so choose to stay."

Dramix then looked up to those around them. " For now let us accept our newest bodies and soon to be friends. Rise rise one and all and raise a drink." Suddenly every Drakan that was sitting, including Dramix, goes to their feet with a drink in their hand. Except the few without like the three newcomers, but that was soon fixed. After the drinks drank and all sitting again the three turned back to Dramix. " Over there with the one with the funny hat is master Handa. She will see to you Ronilda." Ronilda looked to her siblings worried. " You will be back together later. For now learn of your new colleges." Ronilda nods and walks to the one in the funny hat. " Guinee on the end tables are my two masters of arms. Get to know them both as they each will be seeing if you are worthy of being a warrior or not." Guinee embraced his brother before walking down the length of the fire again. With many of those that escorted him up there returning as well. Dramix paused looking at Jokon not totally sure about him. " Draama take him to the kitchen. See if they need another dish washer for now."