A man without equal in life or

With a look of brief confusion crossing her face the elf utters a name. One you were not expecting.

"Raedic Ibcanis," she says the name with a slight wince as if saying the name aloud would summon him to the very room, a true possibility though. The name Ibcanis is known to even a disconnected person like you, if you don't fear the Tyrant King then you fear the Ibcanis, especially Raedic. The Ibcanis family are a magical family, one of infamous skill in necromancy to myths that Raedic himself has lived for hundreds of years.

"I'm what?"

"Ibcanis my Lord. Your family is of Ibcanis" 'Are you sure of such things?'

"That is why I'm here my Lord. Your grandfather is Raedic himself, I was part of an **** group meant to bring about his permanent end. We failed miserably and I was the only one to his liking to bring back in life after we were killed. I've served him and the Ibcanis family ever since my rising and even after the Tyrant King found and killed me. He told me in the beyond to find the last of the line and protect and serve him, that is you, my Lord."

The revelation hits you over and over again, in new ways each time. You're the grandson of the greatest necromancer of all time, a testament to the origin and power of your skill. You have a name, a family name, though of a family all dead. You're alone again in this world but it is not so in the next, a servent, one that will be hard to use in her current form. Who are you to delve into something like this?

"Ibcani- my grandfather, did he ever mention my name or anything of such? I was never given one my whole life."

Another register of confusion across her face as if she cant remember something she had been told. "Oh. Yes, he told me of that. Caeman, your name is Caeman Ibcanis, and he said uphold it well, he knows you will. Mine is Rela my Lord, at your service"

The tears begin to form in your eyes but you fight them back, your life is now yours. You"ll be damned if anyone tries to take that away from you again.

"How can I cross you over?" The dark ranger bows her head slightly and then raises it with a sly smile. "Simple for someone like you my Lord" grabbing your head despite her ethereal condition and she pulls you into a kiss, one of passion and warm. Your head buzzes with knowledge and memories, a forest, ruins, the tree.

She's gone, the blue soft glow of the world is gone, everyone moves as they did before your other worldly venture. Was she meant to do something or just inform you of your past? You wonder if bringing her back is a plan of hers. Who knows, but you have a path to walk, one that you will make sure you don't walk alone.