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A new beginning - an old enemy
Seonaed wasn’t surprised to find the Frog kneeling in front of the supposed sword of Mithreal Marr in the great temple. Tagliente still carried Sheylanna in his arms. Seo wondered why he hadn’t removed the sword in their journey through the city but life and death was hardly her devoted knowledge of centuries.
She walked up to the froglok and touched his shoulder. “Wake up” she told him.
The frog rocked to his feet to face her and looked around with a brow raised. “You’ve stopped the world. Why?”
Seonaed was surprised he knew of what she did, “How did you know it was me?”
He smiled, “Because I can see with the eyes of the beyond.” He turned to look at Tagliente and Sheylanna. “Ah, your ancestress. Place her on the altar.”
“Can you bring her back?” Seonaed asked, hovering.
“If she wishes to return. Not even a god can bring back the unwilling.” He eyed Tagliente. “Though, I hear a Necromancer can.”
Tagliente rolled his eyes, “And one would assume a god of darkness could do the same.”
The Froglok smiled a froggie smile. “A good point. One I had not considered.” He turned to Seonaed, “Wake her.”
Seoaned shuddered and put her hand on Sheylanna’s chillded cheek. “Wake up?”
Blood started to fall on the altar, Sheylanna’s arm fell off the edge and brushed the temple’s floor.
The Paladin leaned forward and grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out in one easy pull. “Sheylanna Crystaltear, daughter of Mista, sister of Kydaan Leafspirit, return!”
Light flashed through the temple and Sheylanna screamed. Seonaed’s eyes finished sparkling to see her ancesstress gasping for breath, hand on breast while Tagliente kissed every available part of skin.
The froglok smiled, “Haven’t done that for a while.” He turned to Seonaed, taking her elbow and guiding her away from the altar, “Now, why don’t you explain this whole situation to an old warrior.”
“I don’t even know your name.” Seonaed protested, looking over her shoulder at the couple hugging on the altar.
That stopped him, he thought for a moment, “How about Bob?” he finally said.
“BOB?” Seonaed spluttered, “What kind of name is Bob?”
That froggie smile again, “Well, it’s popular with the ladies..”
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