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"But it's in the past," Flamie continued, his small voice carrying a quiet acceptance that still held a trace of old pain. "I know… I also feel somewhat bad about everything that happened. I was resentful as an Undead for a long time, carrying that bitterness with me. But now that I think about it carefully, I am grateful Lolth took care of me in her own way. I would have hated for you to see me in such a twisted form. That creature was never really me after all."
My father nodded slowly, still wiping at his eyes. "We faced some strange dragon monsters before this… they could talk just like you, yet they were dead set on killing us without hesitation. They resembled the dragons from some old tale I used to tell you back then. It was so bizarre. They carried pieces of your essence inside them. Lolth… did she do something with your power?"
