Once upon a time…
… there died a dwarf who was legally addressed as Fandy Peddlguire. He was a loving dwarf, who had two fierce loves, that of his wife and that of his business. The same love could sadly, not be referenced when referring to his son, who had become morose and lost after his parents divorced. This divorce however, was something Fandy recognized as a mistake, and he was willing to give his life to gain his life back. However, he needed a means of doing so, which is why the approach and charity of his son’s friend seemed to be a God-given gift. Had he known the true price he would have to pay for helping his helper though, he might not have acted in a similar tradition. For this price, was his life. Fandy knew this to be true the moment a long and shiny knife searched him in places no one had been, or ever would be, again.
As Fandy dropped to his knees, several thoughts rushed through his thinking. Why was this happening? What had he done? He knew not why this was happening. He knew it must have something to do with his new friend, but as for the specifics of the reasons he knew not. Fandy did however, know the answer to the final question. He had helped someone that needed protection from someone more powerful then himself, and he had divorced his wife, and he had lost his son. The last thoughts that pierced through Fandy sharper then the knife who was doing the same were not those for himself, but those of this lost wife and son that he yearned for. As his blood rushed through his body and onto the floor Fandy realized that the worst thing that can happen is not losing your life, but losing your love, whatever that may be. His eyes were going grey, but he was forced out of his daze by tears which were hitting his face. His dear, beloved, lost, love, was kneeling over him, crying. This was the end for sad Fandy.
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