• It was starting to get dark, and Rale was mentally and physically tired. After a couple of prompting yawns, he decided to set up camp. He gathered sticks together and tried rubbing them together. Nothing. Not a spark. He went and got some dried moss off of a rock, still nothing. Rale was starting to get frustrated now. He drew Lightreaver and stupidly struck the pile of tinder. Foof!, a roaring flame came up from it. " What the...", Rale gasped. This must be the Fire Godsword! He thought to himself. He giggled a little to himself, thinking about the hilarity of the situation. He wrapped himself in a cloak he found in the magic pouch, trying hard to sleep.It was difficult, but among the creatures of the night , he eventually dreamed. He woke up early in the morning, the sun still rising. Something awoke him suddenly though,a slight tap on his shoulder. He quickly looked around and nearly jumped to the sky. A very tall man, doning Long, white hair. He was very muscular, an extremely large double-bladed axe. " You carry Lightreaver, who are you?", the giant said demandingly. "My f-father gave it t-to me..." Rale said, stuttering from fear. " Rale?" " Yes..." Rale prodded. The giant sid, " Come inside, we have much to dicuss." A million questions floied through his mind as he walked into a cozy cabin.