Jonacin slowly came round, the potion Serene had given him wearing off. He rolled to his flet to push him self to his feet, and ended up on his face. Pushing himself up, he muttered "It's strange, i can still feel my fingers, even though i can see my arm lying on the ground now. This could take some getting used to". He picked up the gauntlet that someone had taken off his detaached hand and tucked it into his belt. "Just because i don't need it anymore doesn't mean it has to be left behind" he said to himself
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 D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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