Hi, my name is Elara Pendragon. I'm 20 years old, and on my death bed.

Now, you may ask why I'm dying so young. Thats the price of magic, you see.

I was tryig to save my papa from getting killed by a beast while we were out in our garden, picking flowers for my father, the king. I used a spell and it killed the beast, but magic like that takes it's toll, and all magic comes with a price. For one to live, means another must die.

I was saving my papa, which meant I was dying, because I gave him life. Not literally, but I don't think I have any other way to say it. I saved his life, and in doing that, my life force was pulled from my magical core and placed into his. That meant I was dying, and there was no way to save me.

As I layed there on my bed next to my papa and father, I realized something. I'm magic. No magic ever just goes away. I was born of magic, and I was literally magic. Just like my papa. That meant that it may not be tomorrow, or the next day, but I would come back. I'd be back, and while I had no idea if my parents would be there, I knew I'd be back.

I felt my eyes close as a tear slipped from my eye as my heartbeat came to a slow stop. I could hear my papa and daddy's sobs as I faded, and I was terrified because I left them alone in the world.

Anyway, thats the story of how I died. There's really nothing to it, if im honest.

But thats not why I'm telling you this now. Now, as I said, I would come back at some point, and point encase, I did.

Now, I live in the year 2010 as Hero Elara Emry.  I now live over a thousand years from where I used to live with my papa and my father, placed into a place that, in my head, (as my memories were gone) I grew up in.

Then, when I became of age, officially, my memories started returning and I re-met my papa and father, and remembered my past. The rest is rather honestly history.

Anyway, if you want to hear it, this is my story.